cast off these saddle-bags holding me to my commitment
off go dependence, off with duty, and prior conceptions
take the responsibility I hold for the situation surrounding
and throw them to the wind behind me, watch them tumble in my wake
I’ll grab my pack, kick off my cares, walk barefoot toward destiny
sling my carriage over my arm and wander through the scenery
my shadow will become a line across the long and low horizon
and forever shall I travel alone

Published by bernardsbarnes

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

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