wander…

and the soul longs to wander…again…go out into a land that promises nothing…no home nor clothing…no food…only water from a public piss-house…yet the soul longs to wander…to leave this safe-haven behind…this small room i call home…for what…to do nothing more than journey from town to town writing of misfortunes in life…impurities of this american life…just wander…wander…

so go…pack your bag and walk out into the wilds of america…take place among junkies…whores…soulless salesmen…bribes…brides…the sick and the lame…sit beside a kid with a black eye and tell him…,i remember when…,if he’ll listen…if he’ll listen…

do not plan the next day…the day after that…nor any days beyond…a life of soul searching…seeking out something to cling to…the hem of a garment…a touch of a lover…a thought…prayer…whatever livens the heart…grab on to it…and wander…wander…wander no-more…

tis a restless soul…a restless soul…

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