going out west

all roads converge and lead us here
where sand and salt meet in loving tryst
in quest of riches, wealth and fame
whether stage or screen, word or deed
our loving homes we bid sweet farewells
to pack up debts and books and clothes
and check our souls into hopeful hotels
with room and key and address for mail
we live our lives, and dream our dreams
and hope that one day we may be free

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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