there’s a lot of world out there, and to see it all for myself…how marvelous that would be; how inexplicably delightful to twist and twirl and leave untraceable footsteps in a million different places on any given map.
feet and boats and trains and planes and hot air balloons…cars and bikes and taxi cabs and other people’s backs…
just get me to where i’m going, please. i’ll tell you where that is once we’ve hit the point where our heads simply must be thrown backwards and our arms fling of their own accord toward the open skies, and we’re simply giddy, sky-drunk on the possibility of an adventure unconfined by conventional names and ticketed truths.
give me the open road, the endless sea, the bluest sky, and set me free.