Post Card from Nowhere
I travel to a place that doesn't exist,
On the quicksilver tracks of impulse,
Not everyone at the station is
Ready for this ride.
Debauchee of Free Will -I am.
Feeling, through emotions of others,
Whose claim of purity may be true,
Restless on the way to nowhere.
When "Home" is insight,
Out of this trains window,
When my stomachs Butterflies rest their wings,
I shall take in the view.
A postcard I shall return in my place,
written with my hand over my heart,
As to cover my wound,
Saying I will return from nowhere no time soon.
On the quicksilver tracks of impulse,
Not everyone at the station is
Ready for this ride.
Debauchee of Free Will -I am.
Feeling, through emotions of others,
Whose claim of purity may be true,
Restless on the way to nowhere.
When "Home" is insight,
Out of this trains window,
When my stomachs Butterflies rest their wings,
I shall take in the view.
A postcard I shall return in my place,
written with my hand over my heart,
As to cover my wound,
Saying I will return from nowhere no time soon.
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