"I'll write to you from the road."
I can't be here right now, stifled,
with the mundanity of our daily load.
I want to live with my hands,
I want to send postcards.
Words of far away lands.
Perhaps if I run out of stamps, or
Places to see I'll return,
And maybe I'll buy some more.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
"I'll write to you from the road."
I can't be here right now, stifled,
with the mundanity of our daily load.
I want to live with my hands,
I want to send postcards.
Words of far away lands.
Perhaps if I run out of stamps, or
Places to see I'll return,
And maybe I'll buy some more.
