The View

White clouds scattered in the clear bright sky
Peace disturbed only by birds and airplanes

Sitting calmly looking out the window
I long to pack my bags and just hit the road

The urge is so strong that I can actually visualize myself
Tapping my fingers to a tune on my steering wheel

Soft music and miles and miles of distance to cover
Cars, jeeps, trucks and not to forget trains passing by

It is just something about the open road
A strange pull that is both enchanting & soothing

Still as statue, afraid to blink
I cling to my illusion of a long road in front of me

But then reality taps on the shoulder
With its demands and questions

I reluctantly smile and blink my eyes
The roads, its cars, its trains slowly fade away

I get up from my chair to answer life’s demands
Knowing that the view, the illusion,
May just await my return