M40, Buckinghamshire

Tired and on the way to home

Power Salvage

Pissed

M40 dreams
For my part
In her upbringing

What a night?
Sings back at me
Through the numb
Parting
Organic
Air filter

This was bliss
And all for me
Measured in units
Each to the last drop

Everyman for himself
And the open road
Deep in the cleavage
Of freedom
For the individual