99 Miles / by Raven Duran

I'm doing 99 on 99

3 hours of highway passed

Black trees cast shadows 

On vacant hillsides

Obscure in the morning sun

Race the clock

And the clouds

The rain falls in my brain

As above; so below

Isn't that what they say?

What kind of quiet do I feel in this space?

99 miles an hour

28,000 feet and going fast

This place doesn't feel like home to me

Get me out of Nowhere Land

 

-R