College Class: Jumbled Up Thoughts
Jumbled up thoughts found scribbled in a notebook from my Junior year in college
We drive up the east coast in an old Cadillac where, as the drivers change, I try to convey to you thoughts which are abstract, but articulated like a bike tire going flat-a silent hisssssssss till you press down and there's no firm contactand what was originally meant's no longer in tactTill the air fills up and is released againAnother state, another 'Welcome' sign; I don't feel so much a welcomed human but a machine br...