My Own Paradise

mist emerges from my mouth
as i utter tired words
the sun comes up over this mountaintop
as starts the chirping birds

i rise and dress and go outside
to dew upon the grass
my rusty truck waits silently
to take me where i ask

i climb inside, brush off the seat
and let my dog hop in
together we ride the countryside
to somewhere that we haven't been

the dusty windshield, a smelly mutt at my side
the steering wheel cold as ice
i don't have much, but i'm in touch
with my own paradise