Toni Ross


Be A Gypsy - Poem by Toni Ross

To have a gypsy soul is a blessing and a curse.
The only place I am able to settle is the company of my own written word.
I like to run.
Run from issues, from stress, from love.
Run from anything bad and everything good.
I like to run from all things, that’s the curse.
I like to run and see the view
That’s the blessing
Go on and tell those who never leave their bedside
Tell them of the amazing things I’ve come by
On my run.
I tried to stay once
It didn’t work out
I took love for granted
He took her hand instead
Maybe it’s the hurt, I can’t take the pain
The burdens I carry everyday
I don’t want people to see me that way
I don’t like to feel sorry for myself
I come up with a good excuse
And get the hell out.

Starting over isn’t so bad
You get to learn new things, new ways of living
Not the same old habits day in day out
Same people day in day out
Same hurt day in and day out
I’m sorry
That’s not how I want to live my life
To do things that others think is right
Go to college, be a lawyer, buy a house
“Settle down”
A lot of you say you dream of a white picket fence.
Is that really what you dream of when you lay down to sleep?
A beautiful house to look at from the street
But why make it pretty to look at from afar?
You’ll be on the inside, looking at the inside, look inside of you
Does it look as beautiful as your forcing the outside to?
Don’t you see?
The american dream is imaginary.
Be a gypsy.
I may be a little lonely, a little far from everybody,
A little messy
But I have found myself.
I have found myself in the run.
I can’t think of a better way to spend your days.
Find what you love, make it your own, and never give up.

You will catch me chasing the sun.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: ABC


Comments about Be A Gypsy by Toni Ross

  • Souren Mondal (11/18/2015 5:35:00 AM)


    [...]Is that really what you dream of when you lay down to sleep?

    A beautiful house to look at from the street

    But why make it pretty to look at from afar?

    You’ll be on the inside, looking at the inside, look inside of you

    Does it look as beautiful as your forcing the outside to?

    Don’t you see? [...]

    Yes, judging a book by it's cover can be deceiving.. We should all strive to be ourselves, choose our own dreams, rather than following the goals set up by others.. Thank you for sharing Toni..
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015



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