I was wandering as we do,
looking for my life,
leaving what I once had,
long since paid the price.
I was hoping for an answer
to a question I don't dare ask,
I was searching til I found it,
and there I'd end my task.
I came upon a house,
middle of no-where, circus out back,
no-where too important
just a shelter on my track.
My cell phone bars were empty
but local wifi's open wide,
I made my host hungry
for technology by my side.
Sleep came slowly, lately,
within abandoned tiger-pit
beside my convenient compatriots,
safety in numbers not always a fit.
He drove his car right over me
and pinned me to the ground,
took my magic cell phone
to be the fanciest one around.
What he didn't know: I'm a dreamer,
and I always get my due.
I woke, rewound, and slept again,
and had another chance to choose.
I couldn't run, couldn't fight,
so magic was my key,
I drew a bubble around myself,
my droid close beside me.
He drove his car right over me,
my bubble lifted it from the ground,
I, neither injured nor trapped,
he, not winning what he found.
Morning came and rested
I stood and yawned and stretched.
Restful sleep is hard to have,
when journeying far and westward,
but I did and all my things
still journey by my side.
Life is more than just a dream
when you wander far and wide.