I Went Riding in the Car

I went riding in the car…and I saw many peoples faces…and as I drove through many different places…some places had fancy houses…whether modern or classic design… some houses looked ugly and some so elegant and cool…like a step back in time…and wooded areas streaked here and there from the mountain tops down into the valleys criss crossing streets like a mosaic maze…

….of course there were poor parts of town; the peoples faces taunt with down turned smiles, with vacant stares, their lives lived in a perpetual storm on a sunny day…

…the car wasn’t mine…but asked if I wanted to go for a ride…”yes” I’ll always say, doesn’t matter where we go just long as I head down the highway or the two lane or the road less traveled…doesn’t matter… just to be with a friend, share talk and some time, a laugh or some talk what’s ever on our minds…

I like to ride in the car whether near or not even very far…I like riding in the car…