Hope springs eternal in the land of the open mind and heart
Steadfast they move towards that which never left their sight
Yet those who have lost faith in their fellow travellers
Will never see the beauty of stars hiding behind the darkness of night.
Or how they glow in streams of silver moonlight
Basking in their own piece of heaven
Painting pictures of unimaginable places
Places unsullied by course hands and insipid minds,
The back packers delight, their own personal unicorn,
A nautical point to which lifes’ compass beckons.
Forcing introspection, for the weary eyes of such travellers
And reconsideration of a once certain headings