Wildly Drifting Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Some people you just can't capture.
No matter how hard you try.
I guess I'm one of them.
Fleeing in the night.
Not out of fear but pleasure.
Like a stone skipping across the water I go.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, but no for certain plunk.
Surrendering to nothing but my own body tiredness.
Worn out from the long ride.
When I awake from the deep sleep I'm sure to succumb I will again be on the run.
Direction is the wilds, as wind blows the leaves.
Nothing drawn clearly.
No map, just a drifting chalk line.