An Overpass Psalm

“We drove right past the exit, and nobody said a thing. Cause the light in your eyes they started dancing for my brain.” ~Lydia

~An Overpass Psalm~

Here we sit on the overpass watching cars fly by and wondering where they might be going.
Are they on their way or coming back?
The rainbow of colors collide into our eyes. 
No boundaries set before them, just a kaleidoscope of chroma spiriting down the street.

A drink in hand, a friend by my side, we watch as others lives pass us by.
We took the high road and they are down below.
Smiling and talking being merry when we have no reason to other than that we are together.
Sitting up on higher ground with a different vantage point than all the others.

Singing songs that bless my soul.
Looking into the eyes of people whom love comes naturally.
Sitting on the overpass with a friend that hopefully won’t leave.
Knowing that they will be there even when…

A life bleeds to be set free.
A pregnancy that will make a family three.
A man who had one drink too many.
And a woman who deserves to be paid a much prettier penny.  

Here we are living lives that may or may not be contributing to the theory of fate.
The intersecting paths that come with the territory of self-control.
And the charms made towards a love.
Or a friendship that may not be blood, but we describe as brothers and sisters.

Singing songs that bless my soul.
Looking into the eyes of people whom distress comes naturally.
Sitting on the overpass with a friend that more than likely will remain.
Knowing that they will be there even when…

The pain takes a name.
With a target placed upon another’s’ story.
Life that imitates death.
And a death that wishes it still had life.

Here we are on the overpass talking and laughing.
Glancing down to the world below.
Knowing that our friendship is still in tow.
Wondering whether the cars that drive on that road know…

That they are allowed to sing songs that could bless their souls.
And look into the eyes of people who are real and not fake.
They could be with us sitting on the overpass high.
Knowing that we will all be there tracing memories and futures together, and that is no lie. .

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