-thank you Elliott Eli Jackson
Driving the winding road of life.
Roaming across time and space.
To get away from it all, to escape
reality, morality, finality.
Small town folk welcome me, they
give me smiles and comfort. They
dish out food in ghost town diners,
to line the belly. I am dispatched
to county fairs and one-ring circuses.
I perform, and then collect the scraps
left for my edification. I, Nomad,
wander attempting to find my hamlet,
my home. The faces change, but all
remains the same. I continue my
journey each sunrise, never planting
root. Yet, still the collections of
faces and places give me certain
pleasures when self and I lay down
to rest at night.
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