Whoa
A hundred miles an hour, I have to slow down
Slam on the brakes, take a look around
My eyes wide open, but what do they see
A new life with new possibilities
Or an old one revisited, cuz that's who I am
The same old mistakes made all over again
The road's always uncertain, there'll be potholes, detours
I take a breath, taste the moment, hit the gas once more
2019
Lisa C Bassignani
Mon 5th Aug 2019 17:20
Aw Shucks...Leon your are too kind.
Thank you.
Gotta have change Rachel
Jason I put the pedal to the metal
Dorothy there is no speed limit
I'll send a postcard...