In My Vagabond State of Mind

IN MY VAGABOND STATE OF MIND Everytime I caught myself buried in overwhelming responsibilities, feeling lost, trying to stay sane, I always sank myself in my vagabond state of mind, dreaming of being on my own, free like a vagabond. I wondered why I was so settled, responsible, resolved in trying to iron out, work out everything I possibly could. Why could I not be irresponsible and just walk away from responsibilities, family and leave everything behind? Instead of just imagining being free, free from everything and leaving everybody, my home, my job and just go from place to place like a wanderer, a nomad or a vagabond. Like a rolling stone, being on my own, super and free. When I think about the present materialistic way of life, the rat race, the digital world we are all in, I escape from the present to my vagabond state of mind, in my vagabond dreams that take me back to the past, living plain and simple. Living like a gypsy in the Dark Ages with no home, no job, no responsibilities going through life belly-dancing, doing shimmies, slides in the streets, in plazas, kiosks for change for food, a room to wash and sleep and keep on wandering. 9/2/21 - Written 11/18/21 - Submitted "V" New Or Old Poetry Constance La France Theme: #6 - Vagabond