I'm traveling again.
Life is a maze of roads, one starts where the other ends. No desitation is a final destination. I never seem to stop. I rarely slow down. I'm speeding, over speeding. I'm driven. I follow my ambition. I keep looking for the next goal, then next bend in the road, and the surprise it might bring.
I'm constantly on the road, a hippie of sorts. My thumb is out to catch the free ride. Even when I resit the urge, somehow they find me, they ask if I want to go, if I need a ride, I can't help myself... but yeild.
Even when I refuse, looks like everyone expects me to go. They cheer me on, until I get up and board that ride. And so I'm on the road again, to my next mission. My destination, off to see the world, to find insight. to get inspired and acquire new knowledge. I'm soaking it all up for in a short while I'll have to tell my tale, and these are the pieces of that huge puzzle. These journeys I make will be the brush strokes on my canvas, the master piece I make for all to adore.
I'm back on the road, never staying very long in any place. 3 days here, 5 there. a week here, and 2 over there. I know my home but I rarely see it. I miss home but I seem to escape it.
Life is a maze of roads, one starts where the other ends. No desitation is a final destination. I never seem to stop. I rarely slow down. I'm speeding, over speeding. I'm driven. I follow my ambition. I keep looking for the next goal, then next bend in the road, and the surprise it might bring.
I'm constantly on the road, a hippie of sorts. My thumb is out to catch the free ride. Even when I resit the urge, somehow they find me, they ask if I want to go, if I need a ride, I can't help myself... but yeild.
Even when I refuse, looks like everyone expects me to go. They cheer me on, until I get up and board that ride. And so I'm on the road again, to my next mission. My destination, off to see the world, to find insight. to get inspired and acquire new knowledge. I'm soaking it all up for in a short while I'll have to tell my tale, and these are the pieces of that huge puzzle. These journeys I make will be the brush strokes on my canvas, the master piece I make for all to adore.
I'm back on the road, never staying very long in any place. 3 days here, 5 there. a week here, and 2 over there. I know my home but I rarely see it. I miss home but I seem to escape it.
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There is a sadness to this. Like you are stuck on a treadmill you can't switch off. It gave me that feeling of falling with no end :(
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