#172 Me And My Trunk...

Billboards after billboards

a few thousand miles on the meter

millions of white stripes in the middle of the road

every sign post had a story to tell..

Food for both of us

the only reason to halt

me and my trunk, each day

saw the Sun kiss the horizon

twice,

and what filled our heart

not the scenery, that changed

every few miles

but we faced every terrain

and none of us gave up on life...