Flowing down the interstate like it's a river
Lines fly by like fish headed upstream
Rain drops tip toe across my windshield.
I want this freedom
No, I've earned this freedom.
The road climbs up the gigantic mountain
The storm festers up top just waiting for my arrival.
Green signs give names to the unknown places.
They really are meaningless if you don't have a destination in mind.
Challenges, spontaneous moments and fulfillment live here.
As do I.