Dusty Road

You say it’s ok
But I want to believe you
You say you love me
I want to receive it too

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But I come from a dusty road
Some trees along the way
Offering support
But some decided not to stay

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The clock has stopped
So I can’t see
How long been low on gas
The loss of time perplexes me

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The gas isn’t my life expectancy
But fuel of hope
What started as destiny
Quickly lost its wide scope

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I know others have dusty roads
But mine seems so dry
I choose stick shift to experience life
But you question why

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I try to stop asking why
I’ll keep driving
Where the rubber meets the road
Where it’s ok my history was my striving

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(C) Carly Wiggins May 2022