Car Rides

So many of us,
free spirits,
wanting to be free,
of money and all it's trappings,
a road trip with funky colored glasses,
and hand held windmills,
wind whips pass our stiff skin,
and moving faces,
at what feels like infinity,
and with the presence with us,
we feel free,
we know there is more,
and we revel in live,
it is our play ground,
the trappings of culture and man,
do not reside here.
with beat up cars,
and dog eared books,
a smile, a cup of coffee,
leather against our skin (for skin)
we are the happy losers
but we lose to win,
an existence with steel,
instead of trapped in it.
Oh what a wonderful day,
oh what a struggle,
oh how many tears.