21 July 2012
I want to braid flowers into my hair,
And leave everything behind.
Pack up the essentials of my life;
Guitar, books, journal,
Photograph of you,
And drift away, cast hither and thither,
Floating on an invisible river.
Ride it down through the untamed moors,
Across Devon and Cornwall,
To the coast, as far west and south
As I can go,
And live out of my tent, car,
Finally free of the life that's been
Holding me as a willing captive.
Maybe I can find the real me.
Drift • Opuss № I