In the faraway, I'll be free,
No troubles sorrow's will hinder me.
To ramble and roam, thus shall be
Mine creed.
Call me a spiritual hobo, lost unto
The open road of thought's imagination.
A creature abandoning reality, for
Fantasy's bounty, beyond limitation’s
Boundaries.
A gypsy's spirit lingers within the
Heart of this poetess, yearning to taste
The dust of liberation's highways and
By ways.
Release shackles chains, behold the
Golden skylark, seeking a horizons
Forbidden sunset beyond.
In the timeless realm she thus glistens,
In illuminations beauty.
Melting within the oceans depths, I'll
Descend unto the waters cleansing waves,
Emerging as a vagabond beach comber,
Collecting sea shells along side a distant
Shore.
Are dreams nothing more than illusions,
Cast to the slumbering whims of sleep,
Nay I believe not, it is a lost kingdom.
Of the unconscious mind, wishing
To be uninhibited.
Here is a sacred place, hidden within
All humanity, untouched and pure,
In the faraway.
Begin thy journey’s travel here,
Close your eyes set yourself free,
Like me, trip the illusions fantastic,
I'll be waiting on the other side.
Let thine captive beast be untethered,
Step forth unto the unknown lands of
Complete freedom's abandonment,
And be free at last.
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