Please Give Me Space

. "Please give me room, give me space." Those irritable words we've heard so often Escape the city, and the tiring rat race Feelings of stress, at least, try to soften. Coasting down this winding lane It twists; it turns, oh, what a thrill At the bridge I smile, and I change gear again Speeding and coasting, down the hill. It wipes the frustration from my mind To escape the smog and noise of the city I go to the country where people are kind I have come alone so much the pity. I seek a quiet room on some hill ahead I will enjoy the sunset to end this day I take off my clothes and fall into bed The week forgotten, as troubles slip away. Feb 2003