A roadtrip is best
Without clear destination
Without a timeline
Walls
Real and perceived
Have two sides
The one I’m on
The one I’m not
It is a rare wall
Which cannot be defeated
Which allows no means
To the other side
Who I am
What I was always
Meant to be
Like the waves
Slowly undermining
A steep rocky shore
I live on a smooth
Round globe
Of rock and water
With just a thin veneer of gas
But I shrug
And think to myself
Life itself
Is a surprise
Which always surprises me
But I recline
Beneath a golden sky
Above a glittering sea
And therein lies
The greatest wealth
I’ll ever need
In the sand
I dig in roots
In the sun
I bask in life
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