Driving in the car, thoughts came to me,
What is it that truly makes us free?
Humming to the music, focused yet not,
Staring out of window, learning as nature taught.
Wind blowing onto our faces, making the trees dance,
Causing ripples in river, putting everything to trance,
Going with the flow, taking everything along,
Quiet and loud, wind knows the heart’s song.
Never ending roads, going as far as you want,
Let’s drive to where no one’s been, even if to flaunt,
Life is much like roads, including the twists and turns,
Let’s lead it with love, at the end, that’s all we yearn.
Still looking for an answer, the drive will soon end,
Destination isn’t as alluring now, oh what a descend,
Still wondering, looking out, what is it that truly makes us free?
Oh, it’s the journey, I understood looking at the bird swaying on a tree!