Travel, travel

That got stuckSomeplaceIn some oldPickup truck,Cultural iconOf the U.S.Struggling,To get outStillAt the wrong timeAt the wrong place,Losing, all its,CredibilityAnd Poetic grace.

Ups and Downs,Gay or Sad,Good or bad,Man Is a moody creature,Hard to understand,Harder,To be his teacher.

The best crops of the Earth,The best nectar of Life,For Thinking, is God’s gift to us,Miserable creatures, that we are,Just made of dust, and maybe,Just maybe,A small particle of a Star?

You know your choice is lovely,Whatever it may be.But if you chose to love me,Intensely and totally,Our days will be like flowers,That bloom incessantly.

Nerves, Bones, Blood,A soul we can’t seeBut are told that existsIn a fiery, turbulent flood.A desire to loveThat can hate in a twist,A complicated puzzle,Of good and bad,That you don’t want to meetIf not properly clad.

Poetry,Even moreBut they bothAt timesCan open,Life’s MagicalDoor.