The Shams Of Optimism

An hour away from home
 The lights come on
 Standing at the side of the road
 I am in awe
 Amongst the snow and trees
 The freezing cold
 I thrive on each sorrowful note
 For the moment, all is still
 A tranquil pace
 The ease of being stranded
 In this compassionate place
 Amongst the snow and trees
 The air is cold and clean
 And for the moment, I am at peace
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 Being able to enjoy a disaster
 Is a shame of being so optimistic?
 Now that the thrill has worn off
 The adventure has lost, it's charm
 I just want to go home
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 Still waiting at the side of the road
 The hours have passed, since I last moved
 The head down, eyes closed
 Into a suspended sleep I fall
 Then in sequence, from far to near
 Light reflects off of objects before
 A sun, of the darkest blues
 Rises from the hills behind!