Monday, May 8, 2017

The Traveler He

Flowing with the breeze.
Hover, where it leads.
Venture as you please.
Akin more, with weeds.

An Artist untamed,
Sprawled out in the grass,
Guitar strumming aimed-
At the grind you pass.

Bohemian, you-
Unsettle, push roots,
Status quo undo,
When pressure reboots.

Mind open and clear.
No dream negated.
Wanderlust sincere.
Thus Heart, Unweighted.

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