On the Road

I’m sitting in a car, watching people passing by, and I’m thinking, about everything. How I make my own way, through the cars, through the lights. yellow, green or red, I don’t care. I live it simple, simplest as I can, boundaries, what are they? There’s no rule that applies to me, nothing can stop me, My spirit is free, My soul is light, everything that I do, is just, sitting in a car.