Travel Junkie
by The Walrus
Posted: 09 November 2003 Word Count: 101 |
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My legs are heavy
From the relentless running
My feet sore
From dawn dancing.
But still I straddle
The blazing star,
And as it burns bright
Between my thighs,
We disembark in pursuit of
Another white-knuckled ride.
A journey without destination
A quest without realisation
Only for
The fearless,
The reckless.
With a smile
A care-strewn laugh
My audacity is
Rewarded with
Passage granted.
A sleep walker
Drawn by the enchanted
Each wayward steed
Mounted.
And, as I raise my charm
To my lips
The beat skips
My expectant lids opening
To witness
The slow predestined
Cessation
Of the roulette wheel.
From the relentless running
My feet sore
From dawn dancing.
But still I straddle
The blazing star,
And as it burns bright
Between my thighs,
We disembark in pursuit of
Another white-knuckled ride.
A journey without destination
A quest without realisation
Only for
The fearless,
The reckless.
With a smile
A care-strewn laugh
My audacity is
Rewarded with
Passage granted.
A sleep walker
Drawn by the enchanted
Each wayward steed
Mounted.
And, as I raise my charm
To my lips
The beat skips
My expectant lids opening
To witness
The slow predestined
Cessation
Of the roulette wheel.
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