Wind is wisping through my hair, 

as the horizon revels in its orange and pink.

The world passes in the window's glare, 

and the radio sings a farmiliar song.

Asphalt roads are a thoughtful maze, 

as the wheels tread everywhere yet nowhere.

The power of the universe in my veins,

and the weight is lifted.

Freedom whispers its sweet words, 

as the stars glitter in their crescent glow.

The comforting scent of mother nature is heard,

and I feel good.

Wind is wisping through my hair, 

as the horizon revels in its orange and pink.

The world passes in the window's glare, 

and the radio sings a farmiliar song.