give me the keys...

[smokeyjoe]

upon looking it appeared as urgent as the light at the end of the tunnel
with a clarity of vision that only comes at times like these
times when I am away from the means to explain this phenomenon
when the road is my only ally
nothing phases me, everything is in its right place
I wouldn't change a thing
so I've been trying to figure out what that means for me
such a wonderful feeling, such freedom I've never felt before
the sweet potency of those moments is matched only by the longing they instill
the longing to feel that way forever
where do I find such a place in myself?
to make every day a drive on a long stretch of road
every moment a journey to some unseen destination
and really it isn't the destination that matters
it isn't my place of departure that I'm concerned about
I am merely floating in the present
ceaseless movement intertwined with peace and acceptance
happy to be going nowhere in particular
ecstatic to merely be in motion
how do I stay there?
how can I remain in that place?
I wish every day was an endless drive on the freeway
gas stops and food stops and rest stops
merely a brief interruption
even in times of rest thinking only of that all-encompassing journey

I want the highway to swallow me whole