Gypsy Logic

007

 

Spirit is free flowing

like a river untamed

carving out a path

into territory unknown

disconnected from society’s shackles

set free, liberated

escaping the white noise

that holds me down

Spirit takes wing

soaring into the void

where a quarter moon rises

over a desolate field

an empty desert

above the hills that rise to the mountains

that give way to the sea

to that distant place

where there exists no more me

Secretly I yearn

for an empty highway

vagabond friends

the sun moon and stars

sleet snow and rain

‘cause there I know I’ll find

a sense of community

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