Tuesday, September 27, 2011


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.

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