One of the members of a lost generation,
Where the poet takes off down the road,
leaving behind the modern temptation.
Gone are the ways of the old fashioned tradition,
Gone are the white picket fences,
While saying ‘hello’ to the path that was written for I,
and live the nomadic life.
A bag filled with journals, hopes, and clothes,
hopping along this life,
never knowing what the Universe holds.