The Drive to Canada

Borrowed a hat
Along the Georgia-Florida state line,
A man was walking down the road
Pulled up and quietly asked,
"Do you need a ride?"
He shook his head slowly
But smiled in thanks,
Gave me his baseball hat
And kept walking.
The sun shone too brightly
Reflecting off timid eyes,
Strung the cap over head
Watched the road ahead start to cry,
Kept on driving through
Plymouths of tears,
Around mountain-sides and towns
Toward the destination expected,
Somewhere up high
Along the lines of Canada,
The only place where gravity
Still has impact on sullen feet.

Borrowed a hat
Along the Georia-Florida state line,
A man gave it to me
Right before I cried,
It was to keep the sun from
Spearing my pale eyes,
A reminder good still lingers
Among lustful sediment,
A push to keep me driving
North to my promised land.