Oh how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Don't you think they'd love to just stop caring
And fly like eagles, out among'st the stars?
Turns out, some that wander are lost. I realized this once and for all after my before-mentioned trip. I am tired. I want nothing, but I want everything. I dare to desire, yet, within the deep recesses of my mind, I want to sleep and dream and drift off. The dream keeps slipping away. My mind leans to when I'll leave a land, not what it should be.
I got into Ventura at 6am, the day before Thanksgiving. Within an hour, I was asleep. Within twelve hours, I had given away my dinner to a homeless person, bought a half-dollar pair of swim trunks and taken a dip in the Pacific. A day into my landing in Ventura, I became ill, and kept this illness with me for more than half of my time in the Golden State. That feeling of "Yes! I'm succeeding! I'm moving and loving and eating truth!" faded by time Bakersfield came. Some things don't go as planned. All will be well.
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Don't you think they'd love to just stop caring
And fly like eagles, out among'st the stars?
Turns out, some that wander are lost. I realized this once and for all after my before-mentioned trip. I am tired. I want nothing, but I want everything. I dare to desire, yet, within the deep recesses of my mind, I want to sleep and dream and drift off. The dream keeps slipping away. My mind leans to when I'll leave a land, not what it should be.
I got into Ventura at 6am, the day before Thanksgiving. Within an hour, I was asleep. Within twelve hours, I had given away my dinner to a homeless person, bought a half-dollar pair of swim trunks and taken a dip in the Pacific. A day into my landing in Ventura, I became ill, and kept this illness with me for more than half of my time in the Golden State. That feeling of "Yes! I'm succeeding! I'm moving and loving and eating truth!" faded by time Bakersfield came. Some things don't go as planned. All will be well.
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