Genre: Life, Society, Adventure
by Andrew Stump
Evergreen forests mildly sway
Afternoon music speaks a drifting page.
The souls of his parents declare disdain
The voices bend to swift decay.
He packed his bags and went
Without a care for the life behind
Following a paper road map
Written with his piece of mind.
Head west, head west.
As the sun sat muttering.
What’s next, what’s next?
Moon’s eclipsed hovering
Onward, he moves with warmth
Turning keys to unravel doors.
His eyes, stationary
Under the shaded valley
Of conformed tourists.
Has the dream begun?
He digs to the back of wisdom
Way back where the war on war is won.
See the symptoms of a moonstruck victim.
One evening he confronted a perplexed entity.
And instead of hiding in the green, dusty tent,
He followed her through the forest without fear.
And she brought him through.
Remains of the…
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