Get away, got to get away
Too many people, too much noise
Escape , run, find the pace of serenity
Get in my truck and just drive
A left turn here, a right turn there
Anywhere but here
Drive for miles until that place whispers to me
That secret whisper that seems only I can hear
Over the hills, through the woods
Past civilization and the lake
Twists, turns and curves
I hear it calling faintly in the distance
This place I have never before been
I've sen it in my dreams of late
Flat rocks upon which to sit
Musical waters flowing and soothing
Birds singing softly,the gentle hum of the occasional car passing by
So close I can taste the air, feel the soft breeze
The whisper grows stronger, the urge and need grows stronger
Get away, got to get away
To the place of serenity

Quietly hunkers down in the back of the bed, praying she doesn't look in the rear view mirror. Maybe this jostling around will provide some insightful amnesia of a sort.....