Poem

Behind the Window(Poem)

I sit in the backseat, quiet and still,

While my parents talk as they always will.

My headphones on, the music starts,

And slowly I drift away in my thoughts.

The highway stretches, the hours pass,

I watch the world through the window glass.

Trees disappear, the sky turns grey,

But in my music, I’m far away.

No words, no noise, just songs in my ears,

A little escape from the world for a while.

The road keeps going, mile after mile,

And I just sit back and let myself smile.