81 Miles

Laid up with frustration
A cooped up recooperation I'm leaving all behind
Fifth gear wide open
On open road I'm finding time to feel alive
This is my time, and it's up to me
No cop, no stop, no end in sight
This is my time, and it's up to me
It comes down to this
Locked up two-ninety
Mid-afternoon, I drive in October's orange light
Been gone too often
Versus the world and trying hard to swallow pride
This is my time, and it's up to me
Twenty-five years to be set right
This is my time, and it's up to me
It comes down to this
It's good to see you
I'm glad that you stopped by
Although there wasn't always understanding
At least I think we tried
You were never wrong, and I was always right
But you never let me down
Be good
Get better
I'm trying

In loving memory of Anthony M. Dominguez
June 26, 1948 to November 6, 1999