Driven In A Time Capsule, My Parents At The Helm
Maybe We Traveled Highway Route 66, A Nostalgic And Historical Jaunt
From My Little Window Seat, The Night Was Black And Dark
The Droning Of The Tires To Pavement Could Have Lulled Me To Sleep
But In My Twilight Moments, Before My Eyes Drooped Shut
A Barrage Of Electric Colors Invaded My Tiny Brain
A Vibrant Town Was Inviting Us To Stop And Enjoy The Frazzled Pace
All Sorts Of Entertaining Venues For Young And Old Alike
We Drove On Past The Soft Pastel Clouds That Seemed Filled With Innocence
They Were Condensed Into Tubes Of Containment, My Neon Nighttime Show |
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