I feel the earth as I breathe.
I see the sky and I want to fly.
I seek the loneliness of my favorite haunts.
I seek the longing in my favorite songs.
I see life in its beautiful and varied hues.
I see death in its calm and serene blues.
Moving my wheels on the highway to bliss,
the wind caresses my face like a soft kiss.
The road is a familiar ride like a long lost friend,
takes me to the places that I lost around the bend.
I sat and looked at the flowers as they blossomed.
I saw many sunsets and changing colors in the sky.
I followed the streams on their way to the rivers.
I felt the wind and sailed the slow spiral to its high.
I followed my wild dreams to the zenith of the horizons.
I stood alone at the summit with strange longing and a sigh.
I was longing for life... yes just longing for life...