for what do i do this for?
the world my oyster and me a captain,
i leed by example of fun.
grey dull steal surpent, bends to a night time’s envy.
a bag with a book and a bottle of red as my friend.
‘on the road’ is old and tired but speaks in words and tongues true.
the norm and mass eat and sleep and follow all thats been done before
and they will do it again untill no one visits.
anymore
and me…
The world.
And you