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Travel Junkie

by The Walrus 

Posted: 09 November 2003
Word Count: 101


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My legs are heavy
From the relentless running
My feet sore
From dawn dancing.
But still I straddle
The blazing star,
And as it burns bright
Between my thighs,
We disembark in pursuit of
Another white-knuckled ride.
A journey without destination
A quest without realisation
Only for
The fearless,
The reckless.

With a smile
A care-strewn laugh
My audacity is
Rewarded with
Passage granted.
A sleep walker
Drawn by the enchanted
Each wayward steed
Mounted.

And, as I raise my charm
To my lips
The beat skips
My expectant lids opening
To witness
The slow predestined
Cessation
Of the roulette wheel.






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Fearless at 23:21 on 09 November 2003  Report this post
Without passport, beyond boundary.
Hopeful, optimistic.
Unrealistic? Only if you refuse to try.

Fearless

The Walrus at 08:19 on 10 November 2003  Report this post
Hmmm, interesting comments. Yes, without passport and boundary. Yes, hopeful, optimistic. Always. But unrealistic? No. I will always take my chances at the roulette wheel.

The Walrus

Fearless at 08:26 on 10 November 2003  Report this post
Sorry, didn't mean to suggest the narrator was unrealistic. Rather, to make the point that it isn't unrealistic - if you try.



The Walrus at 08:34 on 10 November 2003  Report this post
No apology necessary. We are in accordance.

The Walrus


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