Life is with its intense mysteries, has me questioning who will I be?
The road seems far ahead but I'll keep driving nonetheless.
Everything around me is going at a quicker pace than I can bear.
Time flies, I was once there now I'm here.
Everything has its seasons. This too shall pass...
I drive to clear my mind, the pretty sights fill my head, the peace of the empty road is my guide.
A short drive to escape, only for a while.
But the question still remains - where am I going and where do I want to go?
Where is your place of escape?