I write more with every passing day
Running, running, running
Through multitudes and
All unfolding rainbows,
All breaks on the road.
Running through choices,
In foreign shoes,
With a perpetual resolution.
Running, running, running
Through intense aromas
And sundry terrains,
Through all my years,
To the one evanescent destination.
For the gust of wind
Bringing exalted fortunes to you,
For the prospect of meeting,
Greeting and devouring new.
For swathing your days
In a warm, halcyon heart,
In the anticipated relish
Once captured in your dreams.
For liberating the crack head energy,
That runs your life in jaded circles.
For your silence that none questions
And the gratifying prattles of the wildlife,
Far from the myriad counsels and
Futile kinship of the world.
For unforeseeable landscapes
Sewn into an endless trip;
Take the road.
