A really weird poem about a difficult concept that I could not get out of my head. |
-Cadillac Dreams- by Keaton Foster There is this place Heck More of a state A level Unquantifiable Immeasurable To everyone Most of all me I go there often These words Every blank page A one way ticket There is no return address There are only Other destinations Other detours Turns to the left Turns to the right Roundabouts Vast expansiveness And just a little bit further All the way there I’m styling Riding an envious ride As others point And ask why oh why? There is no answer At least not one that they Are willing to accept The people around Standing way to close To the edge of the sidewalk Are clowns No circus can they find No reality do they dare believe Some of them speed bumps Bugs upon the windscreen Feeling sorry for them Changes nothing Fate is in control And unlike them I have taken it by the wheel I alone am in charge I know the destination I understand the journey Cadillac Dreams Fill my endless head Always seeing many things And understanding many more A gift? Damn near seems it I put them all down Upon every page And when I’m done When I’m sure it’s time I step back into my ride And leave everything behind Down the road of life Unto the highway of imagination There are no marked signs No indicated exit ramps There is just pavement Just a set of narrow lines From the past to the future From what I know To what I’m about to Cadillac dreams Fuel to be spent Powering all of this Forcing me From one destination To the one that comes next I will stop for no one Those who stand before me Had better find a way to move Those who don’t believe Had better step back From the edge of the sidewalk I can’t promise Nor would I ever dare That I won’t run them down… Cadillac Dreams Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |