Wanderlust

The time has come.

Its past midnight and the road is calling me once more.

The cool air that was once abhorred yet now adored.

Hypnotically I walk past the broken promises and false confidence,

Stepping, hopefully, into the brutal, beautiful, and truthful path of life.

-N

…You

I didn’t know if you’d ever return.

I’d been good, you see.

Always doing what was expected of me.

You stayed away,

I had constant thoughts of the bay.

The way in which you’d made my body sway.

neigh, spray, say.

You’d do anything but stay.

Maybe it was me.

I wasn’t carefree enough,

I went and obtained too many degrees.

You left nothing of me but debris.

That’s it.

I have nothing else to emit.

There’s nothing else for me to admit,

lest I become a hypocrite.

-NR

Un Lecteur Minuit Bas De la Route Rockville

I went on a drive Thursday night.
The rolling hills catching my sight.
I was filled with wonderment.
Oh how I adore,
my heart ready to soar.

I felt lost in my mind,
I had no miracle or sign,
I lost the time.

The wind whipping through my hair brought me back.
The cold air igniting a fire, and picking up the slack.
The music pulsing through the car,
Keeps my dreams close,
and the demons afar.

I went down the mountain,
and felt full as if I drank from
The never-ending fountain.

-N