Green Peas at Stake

Roaming -- Dew Drop 30

Roaming

What is it that makes us
leap into adventures when
our legs refuse to move and
our bodies have long given up?
Is it because we still like
to duel with life and deal with
eerie, elusive things like
getting lost in countless
upstate highways when
the setting sun blurs
the highway sign and
we miss the only exit?
What is it in us that
makes the heart follow
the feet and then clamor
with the tongue of gypsies?