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Jun 2021
Stranded and alone
It happened at a Rest Stop
Travelling on a Motor Coach Bus
I wasn’t paying attention
The bus left me and I was stranded
I was nowhere near any town
I was going it alone being nowhere bound
My clothes were on that missed bus
My mind wants to curse
But it was my fault so why fuss?
So I have no changing clothes
My only plan is to hitchhike
At least my thumbs are in good shape
You hear all kinds of mysterious hitchhike stories
I don’t want to become a statistic
At least I am being realistic
So I am starting to walk down route 15 under the night skies
Yet this lesson has taught me understanding and thinking wise
At least it is a clear night
The Moon is ever shining bright
But no movement of anything in sight
Total darkness with no lamp and flashlight
I could very way be loss
But that is the price one pays when you get stranded
Destiny looks farther and farther
Reality check is starting to settle in
If I were to tell my story I wouldn’t know where to begin
Now I am stranded and alone
Nowhere bound
Surrounded by peace with no sound
Will I ever be found?
A Trailer Truck cruising and I am flagging him down
I don’t know if I will ever arrive at my destination
But you see my dilemma as my presentation
I did get your attention
I am walking down the road under the guidance of the moon
Morning will be coming soon
So into an uncertain path
Walking with surviving in mine
The beginning in the after
Journey on into journey’s end
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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