Breath Of Fresh Air Poem by David Harris

I’m on a highway going nowhere
feeling the wind in my hair,
if I was running away
I’d be a long way from here,
but I’m just driving to see where nowhere goes,
getting that much needed
a breath of fresh air.

Sometimes the world gets too heavy
and you find it hard to breathe.
You need to escape the rat race
and get the hell out of here,
feel a sense of freedom,
smell the earth at your feet
and get a breath of fresh air.

We all get stifled at times,
feel the walls are closing in,
we jump at the chance
to become unchained
and throw caution to the wind,
getting that much needed
a breath of fresh air.


22-23 February 2011