The World in the Rearview Fades Away

We are present as we ride into an unknown future

I use to get high off of yesterday to numb myself today.

The past was my drug and now growth, change

A perpetual flow of new ideas has become my rehab.

Lord please help me stay focused forward on this path

Windows are down as a shifting wind

Overtake us as it’s blowing through her hair.

We are poetry in motion riding into a beautiful horizon.

There is no empty chase in this purposeful race

The pure joy of dopamine is priceless

I’m thankful to God that i’m finally free.

Walter P.o.p. Matthews IV