The road calls,
A journey anew,
Less a siren song,
And more a gravelly clarion,
My trajectory must again be forward,
There is no other way for me,
My soul demands it,
Spiritual acceleration,
I am to be the wheels,
Propelling my hopes into the horizon,
Upon my own steam,
Or atop steel stallion,
To ride beside cormorants and authors,
I’ll lace those boots close,
And throttle up,
The path calls,
The road anew.

To journeys new and anew. A beautiful poem.
Cheers my friend! To journeys anew!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Amen!
this was so good and I really enjoyed reading it!
Thank you so much my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin