Couch surfing
A gypsy soul
where he goes
nobody knows
no rhyme or reason
to where he shows
sometimes uphill
other times with the flow
as he rolls downhill
with the wind or against
the seasons don’t seem
to have any effect
I’ve asked him before
what leads him
through certain doors
he just laughs and always
replies back:
“I really don’t know”
possibly his heart
a broken compass
as he allows
his various emotions
to lead the way
Or maybe his mind
like a gps device
that never quite
determines the next
location until his gut
signals this feels okay
he never makes plans
ahead of time nor will he
make long term commitments
Unless here in the now
as in right now
this very second or minute
and please be careful
because one hesitation
or a blink of an eye
and you might be disappointed
or surprised .... ****!
HE’S GONE
without a trace , no goodbye
don’t take it personal
it’s just how he lives
his life, a true traveler
this one , he’s been all over
some think he’s on the run
but he’s no criminal
he’s never hurt a fly
since one day he’s never
quite been the same
since an old flame
led him to a heartbreak
and ever since
he’s just afraid
to stay put in the same place
but who really knows
well I do
the answer is
only he does
but never will he
or atleast not now
talk about
or tell the tall tale
of the Why ?
So it’s easy to just assume
he’s a gypsy soul
floating amidst
a world unknown
trying to figure life out
Trying to find himself
afraid of hurt
afraid of pain
a victim to
a really bad heartbreak
always a town ahead
of love to come
afraid to stop
or it might catch-up
and then what ?
he’s forced to face
another chance
at life’s fate
At others hands
No thanks
not him
he’s gone
anyways
****
destination
unknown