Drive

Yeah, I wanna see the road too. I wanna drive for hours and hours, until I get tired of being seated in the same position, so I have to stop for a while. I wanna stop beside the road, stand right there by myself, feel the wind, the cars pasing me by, the heat of the sun, hear the silence, and then your voice. 

I wanna take a slow look of the mountains, discover the shapes on them; I wanna pretend I'm touching them. I want to look up to the sky, watch the clouds, the sun for those two seconds 'til I can see no more.

I wanna have a beer on that spot, finish it, and then keep going.

I want to drive further hours, with every window open, so I can feel that warm wind while I'm on the road too. I want to sing, loud, like I want everybody to hear me when there's no one in miles from me.

I want the hours to pass until it gets dark, and then stop again. Sit again, look at the sky, see every tone it has; the stars, the moon. Hear the nature, the silence, the animals nearby. I want to feel the cold of this wind, get the chills, and drink so I can feel the cold inside of me.

I want to drive until I get to the beach, at dawn so I can appreciate how the moon goes and the sun comes. I wanna stay for a while.

Then I want to dirve back, so this doesn't gets odd.