Traveling to worlds so often unseen;
Journeys to places no one’s ever been.
A walk on the wild side every now and then
is fuel for my heart, is fuel for my pen.
Our Spirit’s must fly for us to stay sane;
we can’t just live sameness again and again.
So take of your shoes and let yourself ground;
find out the joys where the wild things abound.
True sanity lies at the end of the road
even if, on your Journey, you kissed a toad.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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