A Ride

On a fine morning,
Being a person who needs fresh air,
Decided to take my ride out on the beach.
The weather was fine, the wind was blowing,
Swaying from left to right,
Letting the wind run through my hair.

At first, I try to think,
But can't do so.
I try to imagine,
But can't do so.
I try to open my mind,
But can't do so.
The wind that rushed through my hair,
Made me feel heaven.

I could feel nothing,
But peace,
But calm,
But quietness,
And only serenity.

This was my ride,
To free me from the world.