The horizon fresh
Just like the highway breeze pattern
With an air of difference,
seemingly years away
That is leaving me longing
Because I've been, for too long a time
Walking a crooked trail
Through a night passage
And no more black nights
As being a long way from home
Because I've an air of beckoning inside
Of a journey, where it's my time
Taking hold like a silent whispering
That only Heaven knows
Where my new highway breeze pattern
Will lead me from here, enduringly
For the miles that lie ahead
Having a difference this time,
Of a pattern foreign to me
And it's a journey upon a highway
That has its sense of meaning and wherefore
As one of giving and sharing
As I walk new and unknown country miles
Further down this path to that somewhere
Yearning within me
To follow its pattern
And it’s in that somewhere destination
I am aware of distinct purpose
Although I've yet to fully fathom it
Such as being perhaps still long away
But what matters most
After all these years
I'm no longer on the highway to nowhere