On the Road '01

Soothe the brain with passages, Let the warm air ease your thoughts. For home is a long way coming, But development is close. Cross your eyes in hope of happiness, Be content the pen still works, Happy you're still moving on. Fold your arms and achieve strength. Let the people meditate for you. Her heart calls like a beacon, It won't stop until the end of the road is near. Voices coo the rattling bus, As loud cries become distant murmurs, And the love my heart had so deeply desired, Burns into the smoke of the tar-laid roads. Trees wisp into emerald candy floss, Towns pass like horses upon carousel. Dreams blossom into moss covered landscapes, While my mind washes in and out of consciousness. As we flow through Mississippi, Water-like thoughts drip from my brow, New environments inspire me. Enchanted by new worlds, laced with poetic sounds: Chugging trains, Burley voices, Friendships blossoming over shared cigarettes. No money for museum entry fees or ancient artifacts, Taking in the community collections of lay-by graffiti. Softly mourning each moment. Louisiana by night, with dimming Lights, calms the soul. As whispers of thought, Pass by and by my window. Texas by morning, with hums Of yawning, awakens the mind. As whispers of thought, Pass by and by my window. Travelers pass, 'till someday At last, I find my way home.