Insatiable for adventure with a thirst that can’t be quenched
He's wallowed in the pool of life and come away drenched
Never able to sit still, or even slow down
Hungry for a new life, in a foreign town
Determined not to be, just like all the rest
Trying all the paths to see which one suits him best
Laughing to himself at those who choose to settle
Why be on the road if your pedals not to the metal?
He only gets one shot at this, so he'll make sure he does it right
Live and love and play and dream, make peace and start a fight.
He has his whole life, to live the aussie dream
but not before he's had the chance to blow off a little steam
How can he give himself to someone else for life
If he's barely old enough to know himself, let alone a wife?
He'll be drawn to those with vision, who protect the lower class
And shun those more focussed on their own wealthy ass.
This will change in time, inevitable as kids and tax,
But he'll enjoy it while he can, take some time to relax
The secret to a life, lived without regret
Is to follow his dreams, and not the safe bet.
Written July 09, while my friends are looking at apartments and marriages and I am giving in to the travel bug again.
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3 comments:
I like this a lot. I'm fairly settled, but the poem sure gave a longing ... not sure if that was the intention or not.
Thanks very much for your comment Matt, your spot on about the sense of longing. Is a bit of an internal battle for me of late! Also thanks very much for mentioning my stuff on your site!
Wow ! Loved it !! Makes me realise that I am not going mad to have such huge dreams and want to do so many things - thank you
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