The overpass is filled with traffic; cars, motorbikes and exhaust-spewing 18 wheelers
Horns are honking, radios blaring hip-hop rap, the noise of shifting gears

My usual drive down Ledo Road, towards Michaels, Wal-Mart, and the mall
Sensory overload at Nottingham stop-light; moving inches, noontime crawl

I grind my teeth; proceed with caution as pedestrians cross the street
They don’t bother looking left or right, they don’t miss a jaywalk beat

Cause they are headed to the Wyndsong Cinema, sixteen different movie shows
They give you dirty looks; that ‘run me over dare’ as they hold their arms akimbo

It’s not so much that I hate city bustle, the rushing life spawns agitation
Heat, humidity, tempers flaring; I need peace and quiet to ease the aggravation

Miles away from the middle of nowhere, just around the river’s bend
Writing poetry, painting pictures, playing piano; creative pleasures never end

Take me back to simple living; red dirt roads and air that’s been washed clean
Apple trees and fields of grass, a place where I can touch heaven’s framework scene

Two story wooden house with a white picket fence and a gate that’s always open
To family, friends, and visitors; ample love has no abbreviation

Days and nights move at a slower pace, my self-reality full aware
That each breath taken really matters, every heartbeat is an endless prayer