{"id":46944,"date":"2025-05-01T18:23:02","date_gmt":"2025-05-01T22:23:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/?p=46944"},"modified":"2025-05-01T18:23:04","modified_gmt":"2025-05-01T22:23:04","slug":"daydreaming-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/2025\/05\/poetry-in-motion\/daydreaming-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Daydreaming Again"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I was just sitting here daydreaming, like I often do, thinking about my childhood days when I would sit in school and my mind would wander off to the places I\u2019d rather be \u2013 like pretty much anywhere on the road with my dad. It was hard to focus on schoolwork when I imagined myself rolling down some ribbon of asphalt, chasing mirages, while they disappeared on the horizon. My body may have been seated at my desk, but my heart and soul were GONE. Then, in the blink of an eye, time flew by, and I was all grown up. I followed my dream of filling the old man\u2019s shoes and chasing the lines on the map. I spend a lot of time being away from home, and that doesn\u2019t work well for some people. But I have no plans or desire to do anything else. So, I make my living being GONE. Inevitably, time has a way of relentlessly mowing us down. There will come a day when all my traveling days will be gone. The places I\u2019ve seen and the people I met along the way will simply vanish into distant memories. I\u2019m not there yet, but all it takes is another blink of an eye and all my years of being gone, will be\u2026 you guessed it\u2026 GONE FOR GOOD. That may sound depressing, but it can also serve as a poetic reminder that whatever I do in this life, I hope it is all for GOOD, before it\u2019s all GONE!<\/p>

GONE FOR GOOD!
By Trevor Hardwick<\/strong><\/p>

A quiet little latch-key kid,
Who\u2019s gone to be at school.
Just can\u2019t seem to focus,
On the things that he should do.<\/p>

His little mind just wanders,
So, they say that he\u2019s withdrawn.
His heart is truly somewhere else,
And that boy\u2019s simply gone.<\/p>

Gone\u2026 for the open road,
Gone\u2026 to be with dad.
Gone\u2026 for all the greatest times,
That boy has ever had.<\/p>

Gone\u2026 ain\u2019t gotta ask him twice,
Gone\u2026 you know he would.
Ain\u2019t no doubt about it now,
That boy is gone for good!<\/p>

Time has come, and time has gone,
The days turned into years.
The world just keeps spinning round,
Time\u2019s gone and disappeared.<\/p>

Gone, now, is the schoolboy,
He\u2019s up and gone and grown.
Gone to chase tomorrow,
With a big rig of his own.<\/p>

His childhood\u2019s a goner,
The world has gone berserk.
His pay is gone too quickly,
So, he\u2019s gone again to work.<\/p>

Gone\u2026 to keep on truckin,
Gone\u2026 Lord knew he would.
Gone\u2026 like feathers in the wind,
That man is gone for good!<\/p>

The sun\u2019s gone up and down again,
And time\u2019s gone by too fast.
His youth\u2019s a long-gone memory,
And soon, he\u2019ll breathe his last.<\/p>

His glory days have come and gone,
His rig\u2019s gone up for sale.
Gone, are all the days and nights,
Of bouncing down the trail.<\/p>

Gone\u2026 like stars before the dawn,
Gone\u2026 like diesel fumes.
Gone\u2026 like spinning hands of time,
And all that it consumes.<\/p>

Gone\u2026 that schoolboy\u2019s wandering mind,
Gone\u2026 all he withstood.
Soon, a life of being gone,
Will be up and gone, for good!<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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