Open Road

My heart begins to beat a bit faster as I buckle myself in

The road had called upon me, pleading for my memories as a keepsake

The cracks between the pavement begin to sing a rhythmic tune

One that I have heard a hundred times before, One that feels new still

The smell of Lilac Bushes consumes my senses and I become the bush

I see the mountains, majestic, and yet empty without it's valleys to contrast it's wonder.

The Canyons painted a color of Mars as if to say, "There is nothing here for you"
But they lie, there is something....only for you

My Church is a 2 lane road with twist and turns abundant, my prophets, street signs showing me the way.

Lead me to Valhalla, for there is no turning back to to my starting space.