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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