When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side Of the road and run and jump into the ocean in my clothes- I’m smaller than a poppyseed inside a great big bowl And the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole- So I swim for all salvation and I swim to save my soul But my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado- So I flip to my back and I float and I sing I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything

2 thoughts on “When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side Of the road and run and jump into the ocean in my clothes- I’m smaller than a poppyseed inside a great big bowl And the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole- So I swim for all salvation and I swim to save my soul But my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado- So I flip to my back and I float and I sing I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything

  1. Your writing kind of reminds me of that of Jack Kerouac. . .perhaps you’ve heard of him? I randomly happened across it and found it interesting. Also this might interest you (it interested me!):
    I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains,, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
    We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

    For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”
    β€” James Kavanaugh

  2. Your writing kind of reminds me of that of Jack Kerouac – ha!

    When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side Of the road and run and jump into the ocean in my clothes- I’m smaller than a poppyseed inside a great big bowl And the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole- So I swim for all salvation and I swim to save my soul But my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado- So I flip to my back and I float and I sing I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything”
    Love it!

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