There was a girl who longed for freedom,
Illuminated in urban neon,
Stood beside a cold drab road,
She put a thumb out,
A signal to the world,
That she wishes to escape this life,
For a car trip to anywhere,
A yearning into the universe,
To be an unidentified flying object,
To shift her lifes paradigm,
To surge under peachy cider skies,
Astral winds blowing in her hair,
Leather car interior expeditionary,
Devil of ennui in the rear view,
She’ll scale the borders,
Making use of every carriage timely,
From truck to hatchback to coupe,
Revelling in her independence,
Once the globe has felt her sight,
Will she return home I wonder?
Or partake another hitchhike onwards?
WorldofHarley 