Wednesday, March 7, 2012

open road

scoop me up
a child
in the arms of joy
a pilgrim lost
an adventurer
I have wandered far
too far
a simple dream of home
i do not remember you
only a memory of
a memory
is left
a feeling
a longing
did i leave
or was i sent
surely i was sent
though i admit
i loved the road
even now
i love the road
but i am lonely
as travelers are sure to be

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