The Road To Bohemia
There's no decision
to become a Bohemian;
You either do
or you don't.
You find yourself there
absent marriage and career
It's no choice,
You either will
or you won't.
It requires not consciousness
of which way to go,
relying solely on its' own momentum;
akin to a river and its' direction of flow.
It's who you are
at the very core;
The fear of conformity,
The desire to explore.
There have been others before
and surely, will be again:
Kerouac, Henry David,
and Of Mice and Men.
To those brave souls
I pay tribute and salute.
For having taken their bite
of life, this fruit.
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