Get Away

“Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.”  
 
Anatole France  
 
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What is it about going  
That once in your blood is a restlessness that can’t be cured at home
indeed home is the disease
There is something that calls to me  
A dream that waits burning with the dawn just beyond the horizon  
A speck against the distant blue  
Waiting beneath the rolling clouds  
An awakening just around the next bend in the road  
Over the distant hills  
And mountain peaks  
Somewhere beyond the shiloutting trees  
An answer to questions unasked  
And questions you can’t answer  
A deeper level of truth than the everyday reveals  
No matter how many times you travel down the same road  
From point A to point B  
The revelation you seek is off the chart  
There’s no map to show the way to YOU  
How far along the dust clouds roll  
Spilling into morning air  
Hazy as the distance your trying to get to  
and the disappearing present your in  
Forever on the run  
Rolling away  
Down distant roads as if the veins of life itself  
Slingshoting gravel as you peel out charging into the unknown  
As indecipherable as a woman’s eyes  
Her smile ~  
And what woman hasn’t launched a thousand dreams  
In the heart of at least one man?  
And I’m going to there  
Heading out into the insane go for broke dream  
Music blasting  
Windows down  
Mixing the kaleidoscopes of passing scenes with truck stop coffee and gasoline  
Endless stars above the high beams  
Countless dashes of paint lining the road  
All the pain, anguish, joy, revelation and perplexion of life  
Is just the scattering of seeds within your soul  
You are a garden meant to grow wild  
Not trained and trellised and pruned  
No matter how great the need  
The fire still burns within you  
The choice is: “If I…” or “If only”  
You are the wilderness to be explored