Thoughts & Poetry

06 of 30: Getaway

I feel locked up here
Bound to the cruel ways of the city

I’ll break away
Even just for a while

I want to run away
To a place unknown

Somewhere down that old road
Out of the cold

Where the waters are
As endlessly blue
As the sky

And where I can sink
My feet into
The soft grainy sand

Before everything
Turns into dust

Even just for a day,

I’ll unleash
My inner wanderlust

A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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