heading for mountain roads

let there be mountains
nothing that upsets me
crooked cruising
little roads up up up
backdrops, sidedrops
green like lush
down there somewhere
swelling shores
wide awake open skies
let there be
some people but not too many
like no boys pulling my hair
and no vendors selling me stuff
just driving on roads
feeling of a rocking chair
meditative swings
driving up up up
like in lucid dreams
the greenest of lush
maybe somewhere along the road, we stop
a horizon worthy a smoke
maybe a drink
of that bottle of rum
because he also drinks kraken
he bought it in Romania
maybe