The other day whilst, slouched in the back of a car watching the world slip through my vision i felt i would try to sum up my thoughts when i find myself in this position. It's something i remember feeling a lot when i go on long car journeys. So i wrote a poem, it probably isn't any good but thats my blog all over, anyway here it is:
Traveling.
Cast off from your home
to brave the concrete sea
the pockets heavy with memories
Where am i going?
why am i going?
and
will i return
these rhetorical waves
crash
a chop or a rumble
your
thoughts
spill.
Eyes [sharp] snap back to the road
framed
by a frail imitation of nature
flush
the beads from your palms
and
Banish
all
fear
for you have
no place
here
in
this
concrete
limbo.
-Elliot Roberts-26/10/08
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