For wanting to be where I am is painted  constant by where I’ve been

August 25, 2018

Tis a curse
the blessing
of having
been here
to fore
many times
and times

For wanting
to be where
I am
is painted 
constant by
where I’ve been

You see,
I’ve rode 
the roads
ten-thousands 
of miles
and cut
the skies
all up and ‘round
to tramp cross
the greatest lands

I’ve slept 
in cars
and paid 
for beds
some shoddy
some grande
to live 
the life of 
an amblin’ man

I’ve slept 
many grounds
where I’ve 
met up with
my lonely self
and dealt
with the years 
of my minds

I’ve rallied
with chums
many a night
and somehow
always made 
out still 
with my stones

I miss
these thrills
and chills
of my memory
but here now
are the visions
of what I will
soon miss too

And round
I go
missing and
longing
for what 
I have
and what 
I knew
 

 

 

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