Vagabond
"i have
known the taste of salty seas,
the smell
of decaying forest and trees,
the
cracks in many sidewalks,
I have
loved the gas pedal,
and the
airport concourse,
Oh, and
the ever changing time zones.
in all
those hours, minutes and seconds,
i thought
i would find a home in not having one;
i have
chased the sun a million times,
not yet
ready to admit,
you never
catch up. "
(oh to
belong)
No comments:
Post a Comment