I crave the mountain fragrance,

the smell so pure and sweet.

All day long I sit and dream

when I'll get on my feet.

A vision of walking through the rustic glade,

seems all so vivid as yesterday.

Take me back to where I belong,

not to visit but there to stay!

Open highway,

life is made.

Not a soul

until the fade.

Winding mountain roads

for the eye to see,

look in the rear view

and smile with glee.

Musky smell

teasing the senses,

on this road to eden

with no fences.

There stands an image

of a unicorn white,

imposing its presence,

what a beautiful sight.

Life in the open

is all i ask for.

How long

could this last for?

There comes a time

in everyone's life,

your made to ponder

and choose what's right.