Country roads and cool breezes
The medication that is needed
to heal my weary soul.

A winding road, a river bank,
a cold beer, a fishing pole.

Lying in the sun,
a concentrated inactive non pursuit of fun.

Yet it will come, it will come
of its own accord.

And peace and tranquility shall be the reward,
for doing nothing, and just for a moment
allowing life to just be.

That is the secret of life
of feeling alive,
That is the secret to being free.