Home line ride

Just a poem about leaving the past behind and moving into the future.

I blended into the crowd .

Stepping down into a side street

Eyes searching for an escape door.

Eyes of blue

glasses red noticeable

for a minute of expression

Planks laid against the wall

ready for the trio

for the trailer

My vision clears of tears

pain drips along my veins

as a haze

getting out of the street

binding my ride 

for a home line ride.