Parkway

The parkway, a place of solitude, where budding thoughts begin to bloom.
The tress on opposing sides appear so far.
As I near, they begin to part the sea seemingly just for me.
The stone bridge I drive beneath makes me feel complete.
Windows down as I leave town.
There is folk in the air, and wind in my hair.
Windows down as I leave town.
The road ahead is all I can see and all there ever will be.
Nothing can stop me.