My Unwritten Piece

Am thinking of the words To pen down than unwritten piece As i drown huge mugs of coffee In the middle of the night Meanwhile the rain keeps falling outside I miss my midnight stroll which i cant take Since the authorities have warned me Against walking alone in the dark They don't understand that to me Its shedding off fear of the unknown The allure of danger and the allure Of hearing me think that delightful Even if i wanted i wouldn't go out now Not after the authorities threatened To revoke my prized security pass As they grew tired of turning a blind eye To my many transgressions I miss my nightly walks The danger of distance gunshots The trail of thought as i taste The feel of the ocean on highway 56 As i imagine military bombers landing On the straight stretch during a red dawn Red dawn style siege.. the approaching Police van dimming its headlights and passing I miss the freedom of the road Letting my creative mind fly As i engage a person in my mind About the merits of the road And the absence of danger In a path preordained In a path predestined In a path of exploration A path of ascension Of mind and thoughts code 254 (0454hrs lewis nyaga)