Off The Road - Poem by Nick Perritt
Caught on the cautions career entwines,
Tangled in the trap that fashion baits,
When pride consumes and poisons the mind
I escape, on the wings of dream I race.
To my mystical firmament of forgotten prayers;
Of quenching thirsts I've long left bare,
For natural beauty and ultimate freedom,
Manic adventures in deserted kingdoms.
Whirlwind; flight, endless space to reign,
Over mountain top castles tips tickling the clouds,
Utterly free without words and bound by no name,
A high flying wanderer, donning stars as a crown.
How I yearn and pine with all my heart,
To finally play the soloist part,
Of an enlightened wayfarer, a free flying soul,
An aesthetic voyager, who's home is the road.
The Suns' bright light stings my still sleeping eyes,
And with one last sigh this imagined world dies,
My cherished vision fades, but I try to hold it in,
Like Winters chill clinging to the first breath of Spring.
I lose my grasp,
My sweet dream ends,
And as I wake
I long to dream again.
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