The Call of the Road

I went on a trek to Ramnagara recently. It was a 50km journey on bikes zipping in the 70's and 80's...an open, endless road, picture perfect weather, and good friends with the prospect of a good trek. What better setting for an idea? :)..

My eyes follow the black snake,

Open for all the eye can see,

The urge to gobble it up, in me,

As I follow the call of the road.

Sun peeps through the grey spread,

The wind plays a playful rhythm,

Idle conversation with a friend,

As I follow the call of the road.

Thoughts run with no abandon,

Secrets spill out from the backseat,

Time has no real significance,

As I follow the call of the road.

And like every perfect circle,

It winds back to where it began,

Life makes all the perfect sense,

As I follow the call of the road.