I’m driven from and addicted to the Open road
That pungent smell of wild oats freshly sewed

I’m finally home,
So worn down
I put up my tired feet

I Close my eyes,
But can still feel
Vibrations of the street

The lights are out, but I hear the sirens calling
The rights of doubt, are really quite appalling

The Heights are met, as I dream of ever falling
My sights are set, shouldn’t life be enthralling?

The lies men live when their home feels foreign
My eyes are merely wings, of an eagle soaring

A misfit Nomadic heart yearns the unknown
So quit the affliction and put away the phone
I admit I’m an addict, don’t mind being alone
A spirit in the attic, the ghost of being grown

This one is for you, I’ve missed you so
And now you too, can finally also know
What this feeling of existence actually means
To share all each other’s unique alien genes

For we are molecules warn for the wear
Just charged particles warmed into air
Just smashing atoms swarmed to a hive
Grasping tightly to the feeling we’re alive

But honestly, I truly meant it earlier when I said
I’m absolutely elated to be currently not dead
Because before this sentence was even read
These procured words shall haunt your head

Invade ancient ruins and say we were first
Rewrite history to make all others the worst
Explore until the day your ashes will disperse
A Wanderlustfilled Gypsy’s dream and curse

I thank you for becoming who you really are
And I thank you for reading all the way this far
Remember if you’re lonely, this very last line
For These fleeting moments, you were all mine

And now three long days have passed by
Perhaps I should have just went with “hi”
Yes I know, I’m just another internet guy
But the human in me has to wonder why

What if she was the one I was meant to wed
I feel so mislead, was it something I said?
Maybe it’s just in my head, blame her instead
Maybe she’s sick in bed,hell maybe she’s dead

Or maybe it’s absolutely nothing of the sort
Maybe she’s just caught up in divorce court
Maybe internet dating was just her last resort
Or maybe she’s just layed over at the airport

Or maybe it’s that I’m just another online dude
She’s probably busy and would never be rude
Or maybe she’s not in the mood to be pursued
But, I too, love to laugh, travel and good food!

I’m never one to hate,it’s probably just my sign
Maybe we’ll never date,**** stars won’t align
Maybe it wasn’t fate or that intelligent design
Unless it’s not too late, if not...drop me a Line

My mind meanders like a car looking to park
All the spots are gone, as I float in the dark
Depriving my senses, waiting for that spark
A toothless wonder’s bite, relying on the bark

Move ahead, listen to what the wise have said
Words often read, as you may lay in your bed
Stories of men,who have bled so close to dead
Glories live to break bread and everyone’s fed

You can try and align with the almighty divine
Constant work,your own personal Captain Kirk
Our body is the ship, our kegs about to burst
We crave one last sip, to quench eternal thirst

Euphoria concedes to Gloria’s deeds
But the morning glory is far from but,
Glorious, nonetheless

For if you ask any princess what she’d like to confess... they’d all admit that Disney confirmed them to suppress

Because the public perceive whatever we are supposed to believe even if we have to bereave and absently take a leave

All the while the Ancient Aliens shake their heads with disbelief and grief, wondering where their hybrid seeds obtained their own needs

So agnostically believe and superstitiously defeat, but remember the love you receive is equal to the love you cheat, if you are all one and father’s son is a gracious host, then you may want to dine again amongst the Holy Ghost.

Shall we constantly strive to be able to thrive?
Or just slap high five and be happy we’re alive

Walking down the road shivering in a sweater
Sleeping homeless man, life couldn’t be better

The fact is, there will always be more to do
How much difference can be made by you?

The answer is, an absolute **** ton and a half
Whether it be a penny, piece of food or a laugh

You can randomly smile at a stranger
and they’ll just think you’re deranged
You can try and be a game changer
Success necessitates being changed

You can cough in someone’s coffee
Maybe kick their dog while they’re down
Say you’re sorry for being so coughy
But your smile’s fake and you’re a clown

But you know things could always be worsed
See, how fast that guilt Statement disbursed
Feeling sorry for yourself, is like being cursed
So be ready to perform,none of us rehearsed

I am constantly anticipating
A constipated state of waiting
Up Until that inevitable moment, finally arrives
Lessons will be learned, forever changing lives

The Memories are burned
Etched deep within my brain
The feelings were yearned
But Fatefully became a stain

We only have Society to blame
Or maybe it’s all just the same
Traded for a player to be named
You ******* should be ashamed

We’re all on this train
In the conductor we may trust
Yet we silently remain
Unaware we’re so close to dust

So won’t you please grab another plastic cup
And please take a drink of the succulent cool aid
Before you Breed another sheople minded pup
Remember to have your pet neutered or spayed