I’m taking a road trip.

I shouldn’t have let that slip.

I’m trying to get away

To find a new place to stay.

Where troubles are left behind.

A place that no one can find.

Please don’t follow me.

I yearn to roam free.

Up ahead is a street light.

It’s the only one in sight.

I slow down and roll to a stop.

My car door opens with a pop.

My troubles line up on the road,

Waiting for me to stop, I’m told.

I can’t escape them this time

And not from this awful rhyme.

At the next chance, I get,

I’m off, ready and set.



The new spring blooms colors.

But who even bothers

to breathe the sweet air?

I don’t have a care.

My car fails to start,

a walk in the park.

I raise my small hand.

Gone is the quicksand.

It races down the hill,

the most heavenly thrill.

Shocked faces turn to me.

Only houses I see.




Follow me on my journey.

Stay close behind.

I’m out for adventure.

Out to have some fun.

I don’t care if I have company.

More people to party with.

We’ll drive to the end of the road.

Then we’ll find another.

Until I’m far away from home.

Away from my troubles.

Away from people who bring me down.

Will you bring me down?

Are you from my past?

I must speed up and lose you.

I don’t want any old baggage.

I want to be free and light.

The car is gone.


Oh no!

It’s waiting for me up ahead.

I guess you can’t escape your problems.

They follow you everywhere.


You’re driving down the road at a high speed,
listening to the squeal of your tires in protest.
Your tires are nearing the edge,
a steep drop to sharp rocks.
Is this what you want?
Is the adrenaline rush worth it?
You have a split second
to make the right decision.
What choice will you make?


My favorite picture of my Maltese, Nounous.
He is waiting for my daughter
to come home from New York City.
The train whistles.
He searches for the train.
He waits impatiently by the car window.
The train pulls into the station. 
The doors pass by, one by one.
They are moving too fast for him 
to see his beloved friend.
The train stops.
The doors open.
He sees her.
He howls, 
pawing at the window.
He is still not sure.
He’s waiting for her to walk closer.
She stops beside the car window 
and shouts,”Nounous I’m home.”
He jumps up and down, 
woofing with joy.
She is home. 




The light is green.

Take a road trip.

To nowhere.

To everywhere.

Leave it all behind.

Open your mind.

Open your heart.

To the possibilities.

To new places.

To new people.

Leave it all behind.

The light is green.

Go for it.