One rut to another!

Yes. I remember driving around town with all the windows down and the radio and full volume, singing at the top of my lungs.

For six months.

I had to read this three times to figure out what you meant by drug.

I'll be honest, I don't think this is much of a poem SUFP....it looks more like you writing down your thoughts. But I think it has potential.

The correct word is actually "dragged."

Yes..thanks eva...I wasn't sure!

Stuh- THis really isn't a poem, you're right. It's what I call self counseling. Not only to I use a2k for sharing my stuff, I also use it as a place to store things, like a diary, but only others can read it. Thats more so what the point of this was. Thanks for your input!

I did almost those same things at one time......I never though I would ever feel so good!

Excellent poll of emotion, Pessimist. Socratic poetry - I like :-)