Life is with its intense mysteries, has me questioning who will I be?
The road seems far ahead but I keep driving. So I drive.
I get into my car late at night, I put the heating on, nice and warm.
Autumn is near and the weather is becoming bleak and dull... I actually like it like that.
This weather makes me live at a slower pace, to live in the moment, to take in the change of nature as the sun begins to disappear.
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, let the pretty sights fill my head, let the peace of the empty road be my guide.
A short drive to escape this long suffering.
Where am I going? Where do I want to go?
Where is your place of escape?