I want my piece of paradise

I want to touch the stars

I want a life beyond the race

Beyond the norm and holding bars.

Take a trip on some unknown highway

With a dusty cafe.

Where the brush it can roll for miles

Where a crackling radio plays

I want to see beyond the day

Beyond this grey I see

To Vision many a dream I have

O Lord

Hear this commuter’s plea.

Sit and drink a sunset

Lavished in hues of gold

Embracing the horizons

The mighty dreamer’s stronghold

Placing all hopes in fancy

Spreading wings out wide

Lay back upon diamond shores

And being massaged by the tide.

But alas I will wallow as I do

As junction 4 appears

Traffic backs up and I hold back

Frustration and the tears…..