PaD 47/365: Heaven on Four Wheels

Heaven on four wheels

As we fly down the highway.

Destination: unconcerned.

Windows open

Wind in our hair,

What's left of it at least

As we chase down the road.

Oh the road!

The road isn't clear,

In fact

We embrace our neighbors

In their metal homes.

We wave

We nod

We ride alongside and share tunes.

Oh the tunes!

Our own soundtrack,

We have it all.

Rock to make us cheer,

Punk to rebel and push,

Soundtracks to remember,

The rest for smiles.

Oh your smile!
Your laugh

Your off-key singing

God do you suck at singing

But its the best in the world to me.

My mirrors see the road

See our neighbors

But they see you too.

Let's go!