How smoothly I swoop across a land
Haunted by mist.
Green and brown flow swiftly past,
An eerie dream of freedom.
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Wasn't sure if I should read this poem because of the title, but went ahead anyway. Expertly done. Enjoyed reading it - like how you stated your thoughts on the subject. Have always preferred driving my own car, but for years rode the bus and found all kinds of time to listen to music on my walkman and write. Nowadays take taxi's and write on the way. Not so much because of global concern as not enough money for gas to do everything I want to do.
A great flowing poem, it's easy to get in the trap of driving when it's as easy to catch a train or a bus. It's only when we think of all the ifs and buts that we remember.
Very insightful poem. I am lost without my truck.