Summer of Roadtrips

The summer of roadtrips

Are my favorite things

Because I get to see the sun rising, shining and leaving me

With a beautiful doomed heavy feeling that I feel under my skin

On the side of the road, as I sit down under a tree

And it is scorching hot still

It is the feeling that the sun was here

And it was beating and beating

And anywhere you go for a seat

It burns, you could cook an egg for the next morning

The wheat in the field tickle my leg

And the yellow light turned amber 

The crickets create a song written by the Gods

In the heavens above

that tickle your soul and want to tell you

That you shall be free of yourself this evening

The glass of ego shall shatter 

The start of this decade was tough

How many more punches can one get?

Before we start coughing blood?

But when I'm in the middle of nowhere

In the roadtrips of sunflowers

Painted by a Dutch painter

I imagine myself in a fever dream

This can't be it

The luxury 

I live in it

The hard labor and cold silver skyscrapers

The intelligence of leaders

And the machines that growl like a tiger

The ferraris and the mansions of the world

I live in luxury

The minute I live with thee

The hard labor of honey 

And the cold silver snow dropping 

The intelligence of planet Earth

I live in a summer dream

And it is all I need to be happy

My very own little treat