ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME
I’ve walked the tranquil paths of the magical forests. With fairy and gnome I’ve hugged threes of old, felt the connection to the mother of all. Felt being alive in a place of life, that just keeps on living.
I’ve huffed and puffed and struggled for days but I’ve sat on the summit, on the top of the world. I’ve see it’s beauty on a cloud free day. I’ll huff again for the vastness and expanse.
Over fields and meadows so far stretching with no beginning nor end. Flowers bloom. Butterflies swarm. I’ve lay down, made new life and sneezed so hard ached for days. But I’d sneezy any day for pick-nicks in the shadow of the oaken trees.
I’ve swam the oceans, floated on the calmest seas, dived he clearest waters I’ve waved to puffy fish and sunken ships. A small step for man but a giant stride for me. Ascending back to reality, frozen stiff, I just wanted to get back in, lightweight and floating effortlessly.
I’ve raced through forest, on winding roads, on stretches of tarmac straighter than the sight to the moon. Speed guns would break, a divine feeling riding with death between your legs accelerating from nought to an orgasmic laugh. But the journey ends, the keys removed, I find myself longing for more, much more.
Inevitably at the of the day I end up somewhere else. It is a place I never choose to go, but one that I can never leave. It’s the quicksand pulling me down, holding tighter. It is the concrete boots in the harbour. The chains in dungeons if old. A place of solitary confinement.
It is a lonely place.