The Will I Had Not
Sometimes I stare down long roads into the hazy horizon and just long for all that lies beyond. I want to take the weight off, unearth my roots, and become one with everyone and everything. I want to be that America - part of the cracked back streets, the long distance cyclers, the meadow waltzers, the patches of Midwest cloud shadow, the city bewildered, the train hoppers, the bridge squatters, and all that remains outside of my microcosm. Sometimes I look at the black and white one-way street signs and ask "what if?"
Colorado remains layered in thick fantasy. California is a bedtime story. They are poems in my dreams and the memories grow harder to identify. The other day, something crunched under my feet as I was walking on someone's driveway. I looked down and realized it was foliage from a particular tree, a particular tree with a particular scent. I breathed in through my nose with my eyes closed, and for a moment I was back in California surrounded by her natural fragrance. Oh, I remember this...
Oh, nostalgia.
One day, I hope to fulfill the sensible sabbatical I've always dreamed of. I am still young, but never will be as young as before. The beat spirit in me remains a dim lit candle. I want to ignite.
One day.
The beat spirit in me remains a dim lit candle. I want to ignite.
One day.
Colorado remains layered in thick fantasy. California is a bedtime story. They are poems in my dreams and the memories grow harder to identify. The other day, something crunched under my feet as I was walking on someone's driveway. I looked down and realized it was foliage from a particular tree, a particular tree with a particular scent. I breathed in through my nose with my eyes closed, and for a moment I was back in California surrounded by her natural fragrance. Oh, I remember this...
Oh, nostalgia.
One day, I hope to fulfill the sensible sabbatical I've always dreamed of. I am still young, but never will be as young as before. The beat spirit in me remains a dim lit candle. I want to ignite.
One day.
The beat spirit in me remains a dim lit candle. I want to ignite.
One day.