On the Road

Time has moved so fast

that we're not living in the 80's anymore

All the friends I've gathered

along the way

Have slowly started to disappear

One...by...One

And this old pattern

of moving from job to job

Is getting boring

So turn up the radio

and drive another 100 miles

I'm still filling up this old back pack

with silver tins of sand

Each labeled 

From all the different beaches I've been to

...So many different places

If you asked me where home is

I'd tell you I don't know

'Cause I've been to Albuquerque

Japan and everywhere else

around this globe

I am a wanderer

My home is the road

Author's Note

I plan to turn this one into a short film. It shall be complete by February 2015.

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

I love this. The film sounds cool too.

[BlackBird's Productions]

I am pleased you liked it. Thanks for the review!

[Utkarsh Singh]

gud one BBP... (y).......ending is really appreciable ....and m waiting for film ...........
.plz hurry up ........:D

[BlackBird's Productions]

I'm hurrying this one along at best ;) Thank you for the review.

[Utkarsh Singh]

ur welcome

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Interesting.
Each mini verse reads like a line from a song.
Collecting tins of sand has memories of "Saving Private Ryan"
A lost soul alone wandering the roads could be "Rambo"
If it all comes together it could be something.
Clive.

[BlackBird's Productions]

Thank you kindly for your review.