Driving across my mind, singling out many landscapes I ride through.
Acknowledging all the scenery, holding feelings in mirrors along the way, reflecting the emptiness of a lifetime in drops of salted tears.
Never holding on, just flowing with moonlit tides of fate as destiny portrays the ending of time in a story of the mind.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/story-of-the-mind/
