SLOW HOBO
Many memories come or go fleeting thought of once moving fast
Living in the present not always a gift, beige or bland nowhere to make a stand
Take another piece of me, got locked in lost soul never again to be free, once saw everything with open eyes unfolded maps world so vast
Prefer to roam without a home, unsaddled no bit or bridle always on idle, time was a scam never wore a watch upon my hand
Completing hitch hikers guide a source of pride, thumb out or cheap greyhound ride, memories fade left to rely on what was photographed
Always wondering where a river went or raindrops are sent, wayward youth a highway sleuth Unlimited vision with no mission, wandering soul enclosed white pickets complete that demand
Inner strife from hiding vagabond feelings wanting to get lost again in past misdealing's Length of Layovers timed by hangovers, now life outside bottles or baggies a more realistic blast
Born in the parking lot so always been on the out, Set to roam with a spin of the globe, coast to coast beach to beach now stuck behind a hidden line in the sand
Vagabond looking out across new land, unsettled not ready to make a stand,Leaning on an edge split inside with a wedge, held back by new wisdom of my past
Designated drifter part time grifter forgetting to nurture a future, realizing wisdom can come slower, much to gain with pain, internal freedom not always planned
Dreams from a past trickle out carrying much clout, what weight so great it was to slow the hobo, settled in with a new grin becoming my own life's greatest enthusiast R.C.
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 7:51 AM UTC
SLOW HOBO
Many memories come or go fleeting thought of once moving fast
Living in the present not always a gift, beige or bland nowhere to make a stand
Take another piece of me, got locked in lost soul never again to be free, once saw everything with open eyes unfolded maps world so vast
Prefer to roam without a home, unsaddled no bit or bridle always on idle, time was a scam never wore a watch upon my hand
Completing hitch hikers guide a source of pride, thumb out or cheap greyhound ride, memories fade left to rely on what was photographed
Always wondering where a river went or raindrops are sent, wayward youth a highway sleuth Unlimited vision with no mission, wandering soul enclosed white pickets complete that demand
Inner strife from hiding vagabond feelings wanting to get lost again in past misdealing's Length of Layovers timed by hangovers, now life outside bottles or baggies a more realistic blast
Born in the parking lot so always been on the out, Set to roam with a spin of the globe, coast to coast beach to beach now stuck behind a hidden line in the sand
Vagabond looking out across new land, unsettled not ready to make a stand,Leaning on an edge split inside with a wedge, held back by new wisdom of my past
Designated drifter part time grifter forgetting to nurture a future, realizing wisdom can come slower, much to gain with pain, internal freedom not always planned
Dreams from a past trickle out carrying much clout, what weight so great it was to slow the hobo, settled in with a new grin becoming my own life's greatest enthusiast R.C.
Maybe sitting to long brought out a few memories? started as from third person but drifted into first person.accepting change is often the real obstacle in our own growth :) Thank you for reading Your input is helpful Peace takes Practice. Rick
