Driving on Hungarian Country Roads
Becoming myself... slowly
Driving on Hungarian roads, just me and my pup,
Pushing the accelerator, driving uphill, downhill,
Music mixed up on my lips, singing the tunes,
Fuming out my stress, I am alive big time,
To drive, to take over the wheel of my life.
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Driving on Hungarian roads, just me and Furball,
Pushing my thoughts away, like a mirage of sorts,
Music mixed up with feelings, me shouting the notes,
Releasing my stress, I am alive to laugh,
To drive, to realize the amazing power within me.
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Driving on Hungarian country roads I fly,
All worries are mere dots in the back of my mind,
I dance to the rhythm and beats of the electronic hits,
My sights encompass it all with a deep sigh,
I shout, I am alive and I drive to survive.
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Fight or flight.
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Drive drive drive!
Pumped up and alive
A dot on the GPS map
Moving, hovering, hollering,
No destination to reach,
Just driving ahead,
To rediscover myself
Yet again.
About the Creator
Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
Full Stack Developer in the making and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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Comments (5)
Love the freedom and fun your poem exudes 💕
It seeems you are enjoy driving and have fun also!
I am loving the energy of your poem, specially fight or flight. Music while driving is best therapy of keeping worries behind. I always feel myself like flying with light weighted heart 💕. So beautiful metaphors .
For me, driving with loud music is very therapeutic. Loved your poem!
Artistically beautiful! Phenomenal poem Gabriela! 💌