Ahead of Myself

I thought I was ready

Sat back with my window down

The radio loud, going seventy an hour

Heart a hurricane

Mind a comet

But the most beautiful things end

you see

Indulging in the free spiritedness

Car rides with friends

Wind harmonizing with the sun

Yet every book has an ending

But each chapter has a new beginning

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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