• introvertsandthoughts 10w


    I am reminded how I have grown old
    How I am no longer that little girl riding the shotgun,
    On the way to my granny's home,
    Singing along the radio with my sisters,
    Looking out the window I had so much fun.

    Now I am driving my own car,
    Through the same road,
    To the same destination,
    Those memories flood back,
    With opening window of the past,
    I am hit with nostalgia,
    My hands are on the steering wheels,
    But every time I pass this road,
    I am still the little girl going to her granny's home.


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    Country road.