open roads

We each contain a limit within ourselves

To which we can be pushed to.

And on the days where I feel I can no longer move

I think about the finish line in my mind—

The one I am just about to reach.

Who gives a damn, if I stop to take a break?

In the race with myself, I am the only one on the open road

Is it possible to compete with yourself?

Because often times, competition breeds hate

But how can you hate who you are,

When just ahead of you, you are still winning?

 

Freedom.

It’s an obsession nobody else can quite understand.

My whole life has been spent searching for the quiet stillness

That comes from lying in a lush field

With no worries, no fears

All is well

A journey on the countryside,

With my windows down and my arms raised high

Untouchable

 

Do you dare to try a taste?