My Life is the Road
the freedom of the open
the outside
the smell
of rubber, and asphalt.
My Life is the Mountains
the booming silence
of those enormous Majesties.
My Life is the Desert
the painted rocks
the aroma of Life
in an alien landscape
that I call Home.
My Life is the Winter,
the coldest,
deepest, snow-filled Winter;
Yet my Life is the Summer,
full of vivacity and adventure.
My Life is the Spring,
just beginning to bloom
and blossom
into something
amazing;
Yet my Life
is the Autumn,
a part of it ending,
but soon to bring something
even more amazing.
My Life is Fleeting Permanence,
gone in the blink of an eye,
but always present
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 2:10 AM UTC
My Life is the Road
the freedom of the open
the outside
the smell
of rubber, and asphalt.
My Life is the Mountains
the booming silence
of those enormous Majesties.
My Life is the Desert
the painted rocks
the aroma of Life
in an alien landscape
that I call Home.
My Life is the Winter,
the coldest,
deepest, snow-filled Winter;
Yet my Life is the Summer,
full of vivacity and adventure.
My Life is the Spring,
just beginning to bloom
and blossom
into something
amazing;
Yet my Life
is the Autumn,
a part of it ending,
but soon to bring something
even more amazing.
My Life is Fleeting Permanence,
gone in the blink of an eye,
but always present