Ganga - Ode to the Road (Sonnet?)

I’m a long way from home,
Up the hill and past the lakes I roam.
Hitting the gas and losing the stress,
Freeing the mind and free of duress.

Princess of clouds covering the mountains,
Drops of rain trickling to rivers and fountains.
Pine, fir and spruce touching the sky,
Like birds up there I wish I could fly.

Miles to go and towns to pass,
Exits to take and bridges to cross.
Four become three and three become two,
Lanes merge as I take eyes off the view.

I care not if it takes me to Rome,
For now this winding road is my home.

The End

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