You've caught the eye of my soul.
And if you never notice the star
you've put in my eye, that's ok.
It gives me less to awkwardly deny.
Oh vagabond, with your jacket sewn.
Give me hope for wandering less than alone.
Drifter come walk with me!
I'll abandon the city streets and the quiet countryside,
for freeganism and nights lost to strange beds.
I'll leave the settled just as quickly
as my pen forgets the measures and the rhyme.
Passion unperversed, what a novelty.
I'm quite fine with romantic idealogies.
Oh vagabond, come walk with me.
And just as Heminway told, we can drift by the sea.
My name is Reid. I feel the need to document things, places, voices, and stories of those I encounter.
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