My Mind is a Highway

Sometimes the world is robin's egg blue

And a radiant sun inks a golden tattoo

Through clouds that drift lazily in the sky

The chirping air where doves and ravens fly

On these days cars zip by and by

And the highway is blissfully clear

Thoughts glide through my mind

With no rules to adhere

Sometimes a big truck comes

Loses control and slams on the breaks

Cars clatter and honk 

As the entire highway shakes

Sometimes it seems 

As though the traffic will never cease

Where is the sun behind the clouds

Where are the ravens and that warm summer breeze

Cars stand still

Stuck and unable to go

Stuck like the thoughts in my mind

Honking an endless echo

But always always things get unstuck 

And always always the traffic will clear

My mind will relax 

Because the horizon is near.