Freedom to Roam

Wheels glow in anticipation

Smoke ferrets its way

Into the blue-black horizon

 

Finding my way and feeling

The rolling thunder beneath

Sticky in its tar-stained beauty

 

Fickle is the mind that drives

In fury and spit of gasoline

Choking up the rear

 

Looking out over yonder landscape

It amazes me, fills me with awe;

There is no end to this road

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