To be a vagabond
So sad and yet so eventful
I’d had to move to something that calls to me
Go toward anything
in memory of woodstock-3 days of peace love and music
Spill your heart out through all the world would be the best
And give every single day a new chance
You would live life
And be happy
Being a vagabond wouldn’t be so bad
To feel the freedom
The wind of the thrills you’ll find
And the stories you’ll hear
Those might be close to the best thing in the world
To learn a past so real, and yet so fable
To be able to meet new friends around the world
It might just be the best thing ever
You already feel like you need to leave
Might as well not stay long
Someone who can never be there
That might be the only price you’d pay
To see the world and it’s wonders
I’d give it all up to be a vagabond
To be able to fall softly and easily on the Egypt brown sand
To taste the air on top of a mountain
To just see the beauty of what is Earth
Yes, I’d give all I have to be a vagabond
A contest entry
- quickie before the cows come home by bluebird..
816 points, ended August 15, 8 entries
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