The Open Road

Still wind frizzled through the hair,
mini cooper sailed on the open road.
The sun came up slowly warming the body,
ray bans came on the eyes bestowed.

The tie loosened its grip on the neck,
the belt stopped disciplining the waist.
The jacket flew, left the car behind,
and the sleeves rolled up in haste.

Every pore of the body breathed.

Reflexively the leg pedalled harder,
and the eyes saw what they didn't before.
The speedometer limbers towards a 100,
life passes by as we are shut indoor.

Our worries and fears caged within,
slashing away at the life's plinth.
The road is so simple, straightforward,
a distraction from the mental labyrinth.

Snuggling further within the metal wreathed.

One can think of no greater freedom,
than the one of being on the open road,
without a plan or destination in mind,
tagging along wherever the wind flowed.

One can think of no greater freedom,
than the one of being on the open road,
societal chains are left behind,
subjecting oneself to nature's goad.

The encased heart is now unsheathed.