Nothing’s better
than the open road.
Go ahead, release your load;
the key unchains the fetter.
Miles and miles
and miles forever,
Yellow lines that never
think to beguile.
With the windows down,
You, the driver, smile,
forgetting all your trials
as the wind blows around.
A pathway of thought
on that concrete ground
provides portals profound
to distant lands sought.
Cities and towns of magnificence,
Pre-claimed regions beautifully wrought;
But the best of the lot
Are those with inhabitants of benevolence.
Back on the road
we are taught
that release cannot be bought;
Experience must unfold.
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