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
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