Oct 24, 2014

Oh, Recovering Gypsy...

Oh, the wanderlust...
It calls to me so strongly,
The adventure, the unknown,
The never-ending longing.

Oh, the strange belief...
Belief that it could happen,
Possibility abounds,
Imagination, my haven.

Oh, reality...
Where dreams become mere fables,
An unwanted nemesis,
Like wire stripped from the cables.

Oh, the travesty...
Of butterfly wings turned dust.
Hypocrisy, irony,
As you do just what you must.

"In this world, not of this world,"
"A daughter of the one true King,"
Are words without true meaning,
When it's a mantra that we sing.