An image in my mind. This is my happy place where I go to when I feel low or depressed.
A cool breeze through my hair,
The radio playing sweet country music
that sings of happiness,
A can of chilled beer by my side,
An occasional drag of tobacco into my lungs.
The blue sky, white clouds and a
friendly sun,
The golden harvest all around swaying
in the wind
The yellow lines of the grey road
and occasional milestones whizzing past.
Going at a steady hundred, sitting behind
thewheel of my car, I ponder -
Right now, this is how I always wanted
to be,
Not a care in the world, no responsibilities
But that's being selfish; now I'm nothing but happy.
Life has always been good to me,
got what I needed
gave to myself what I wanted
And found what I never lost.
The hum of my car resonating with my mood,
Not a car, not a soul have I come across
but yet I feel not alone.
I wish this road, this journey never ends.
