The Open Road
I have always
Dreamed of
Open roads
That lead to
Adventure
And
Escape.
Views of
Oceans
And
Mountains
And
Deserts
And
All variety of
Things.
Of the car
Radio
Blasting
Cool music
That makes you
Soar
And
Contemplate
Fate.
And of rolled
Down windows
Or
Drop
Tops
On a convertible
Cool breezes blowing
Through your hair.
Glistening
Sunshine that tans
Moonlight that
Glows
Rivers
Lakes
And Places.
Rain pounding
The windshield,
Snow squalls,
Lightning flashes
In the distance
Thunder booms.
Gas Stations
To fuel up
Your ambitions
Hotels to
Sleep
And
Dream
And
Fuck
Then wake up
And take off
To more places
Eating
In
restaraunts
Having
Long
Conversations
As your
Wheels turn.
Headlights
Illuminating the
Dark nights
Catching
Neon lights
Beckoning.
Signs
Announcing
Cities
You’ve always
Wanted to see.
Push the
Accelerator
As the pistons
Propel you
To destinations.
Speed
Exhilarates
As you pass
cars
Sunglasses
Hiding your
Private
Thoughts
As only you
Know
What is going
On inside
The mind
As it cruises,
Until one day
The trip ends
And you
Hope
You can do
It all over
Again.