The one I want to read this…..will never see it but I’ll pen it anyway

so I inherited a disease from a grandfather I never knew and it will never go away

I was reluctant to embrace it but the disease had its way….. now I call the road my home and the experience comes with a heavy price to pay

The world is a ball of wonder and it turns in different ways…..I long for someone to share it with but few have the malady to which I am a slave

when the loneliness get to heavy I drive to hear the tires hum and it soothes the boredom of the road as it gifts me with this song…..

“ I couldn’t find what I was looking for until I came across you…. We interacted briefly….. just enough to realize it was you…. But we are in different spheres and the two don’t get along….. I am free and you are enslaved with the glamour and the lights…. I had this dream we lived in a village outside of London and you grew roses and I wrote songs…..I will cherish the dream but realize the dream was wrong”

so I have this disease that pushes me along when I find what I’m looking for….. that will finish this song.

almost David