When roads get crowded
Those with an inner compass
Take paths less travelled
When roads get crowded
Those with an inner compass
Take paths less travelled
mirrored off glass walls
the rising sun bouncing light
through car windows
seen through car window
silhouetted against round sun
dog nuzzling her girl
driving in darkness
nothing to see but car lights
alone together
lumbering uphill
truck bringing another load
mountain of garbage