A day I am waiting for, when the legs will carry me
Out into the wild sublime. Where nature plays with fate
Merging into one. The first steps have been taken,
Like the cub tests the waters before the frolicky plunge.
Tasted the moist air and the pungent heat and all I swallowed
Was the absinthe called freedom. Kept walking till my toes
Felt the pinch of the honest asphalt and my heels cracked
Beneath my limbs. Aah! The surreal pain of a liberated soul...
My chest was heavy and my eyes sore as I set out; sceptical.
The head cried my past and the heart bled its pain. But the
Broken street lights guided me to an orange eternity
Of turns and bends. I did not heed the direction,
Neither was there a traveller seeking a location. I was
A journeyman; painting new forests and hills and snow
On my eyes. A world of my own awaited me at every step
Sans bonds and committing selves. Drops of salt rode down
My skin and I knew that your world was coming in. But now,
For thirteen miles- I have a world of my own. As I walked
The highs and lows of your roads I ran through my prairies
And grasslands running free, the child of destiny. Time came
When I feared losing my way. A smile wiped it all away and said,
"It's your canvas my love. Just paint your dreams- to them you
Run away." It was mine, the smile. There was no God, no heaven,
No steel rails or sighs of the living. In the dead of night
I felt as alive as a newborn's first cry. Screeching cars
Passed by and weary bodies walked like shadows without a time
While I trudged along- having a purpose self created. It was mine.
My heart missed long glances and subtle pauses, soft words and
Musical times. But my soul negated it all. Where did they go?
Traces of love, loneliness and nights still? I was self-fulfilled.
My heavy feet dragged along the crimson sidewalks gilded with
Freshly pruned bushes and bowing boughs. They smelt like fresh
Books just out from print. The void and choke once lived left my
Woodden house, I saw it standing atop a hill... As high as hope
Could ever be. Kissed by a stream, shadowed by pines and
A growing Rosewood tree. Walking by steely power poles plunged
My colors into the couldron of your lives and my thirteen miles
Fell a lil' short of eternity. But I know I will have my time,
My canvas of unseen hues and surreal reality. I will set out
Into the wild as soon as can be. Will you stand waving at the
Thirteen miles start? Or walking an unpacked world, breathing
Pristine breaths- holding a freedom called Me...?
Out into the wild sublime. Where nature plays with fate
Merging into one. The first steps have been taken,
Like the cub tests the waters before the frolicky plunge.
Tasted the moist air and the pungent heat and all I swallowed
Was the absinthe called freedom. Kept walking till my toes
Felt the pinch of the honest asphalt and my heels cracked
Beneath my limbs. Aah! The surreal pain of a liberated soul...
My chest was heavy and my eyes sore as I set out; sceptical.
The head cried my past and the heart bled its pain. But the
Broken street lights guided me to an orange eternity
Of turns and bends. I did not heed the direction,
Neither was there a traveller seeking a location. I was
A journeyman; painting new forests and hills and snow
On my eyes. A world of my own awaited me at every step
Sans bonds and committing selves. Drops of salt rode down
My skin and I knew that your world was coming in. But now,
For thirteen miles- I have a world of my own. As I walked
The highs and lows of your roads I ran through my prairies
And grasslands running free, the child of destiny. Time came
When I feared losing my way. A smile wiped it all away and said,
"It's your canvas my love. Just paint your dreams- to them you
Run away." It was mine, the smile. There was no God, no heaven,
No steel rails or sighs of the living. In the dead of night
I felt as alive as a newborn's first cry. Screeching cars
Passed by and weary bodies walked like shadows without a time
While I trudged along- having a purpose self created. It was mine.
My heart missed long glances and subtle pauses, soft words and
Musical times. But my soul negated it all. Where did they go?
Traces of love, loneliness and nights still? I was self-fulfilled.
My heavy feet dragged along the crimson sidewalks gilded with
Freshly pruned bushes and bowing boughs. They smelt like fresh
Books just out from print. The void and choke once lived left my
Woodden house, I saw it standing atop a hill... As high as hope
Could ever be. Kissed by a stream, shadowed by pines and
A growing Rosewood tree. Walking by steely power poles plunged
My colors into the couldron of your lives and my thirteen miles
Fell a lil' short of eternity. But I know I will have my time,
My canvas of unseen hues and surreal reality. I will set out
Into the wild as soon as can be. Will you stand waving at the
Thirteen miles start? Or walking an unpacked world, breathing
Pristine breaths- holding a freedom called Me...?
not yet... still
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