The road

We've been made differently,
In a unique way we all differ,
From one another,
In tiny little ways,
And then we become the distinct tiny atoms of uniqueness;

To that somethings compliment,
To a lot of us, it is the road,
The wind in the hair,
And the green around,
For a moment we feel free,
And we sense security in freedom,
Adventure in speed,
And lots of love with the right company,
For some it is their own;

Like the runner's drug,
The road has one too,
It will call upon you from time to time,
And wanderlust will hit,
Plan your road journey with the best people around;