Memory is a funny thing;

It feels like just yesterday

when I last made the drive,

back and forth through

the never-ending prairie skies

Today they were overcast and grey,

Sometimes the sun shone down,

Sometimes the rain was in my way.

My thoughts ran rampant,

Steering their own destiny as we drove

So many ideas,

so little time

And way too much caffeine

For necessity,

not for fun.

Twelve hours in a car,

give or take

But don’t feel sorry for me;

Driving is the one time

with life’s responsibilities

and schedules

Where I always feel free