Freedom

A cold rush, gulped down. A brain freeze.
Silence. Deafening silence.
Sleep, a far fetched dream.
A road winding up to the infinite of heights. Winding, still winding, winding on to a point of no return.
A nomad’s journey. The feeling of being the master of destiny.
And then, an unwanted, reluctant turn.
Back to the civilization. Back to the crowds.
Why? What for? Why again?
Not for me, this worldly world.
Give me the mountains and the winding road.
And I shall feel alive again…