On The Road…

The Times are changing
So are we
In a phone call that never came
We became all that we could be
You walk past these gates
A man with a dream
And yet the beautiful tides that await
Undo your lost screams
You left something unsaid
When you walked out of the door
You wish you had turned back
And embraced the memories some more
On the road around the world
There will come a moment of truth
When you’ll remember the laughter
And all that you had wanted to do
But moonlit night would let you know
Even when you left home
You never left the memories
You’re never truly alone…
The letters never sent, were always read
The words unsaid, were always heard
That phone call you missed
was always remembered

3 thoughts on “On The Road…

  1. I gave up a life, i liked to call nomadic
    until i saw one day my “nodamic” self in the mirror
    and saw that it was ne'er her all along…

    What do you know i was always a tame pet
    killing time all along,
    perhaps the chains have freed me
    from the self i thought was wild.

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