My heroes were
Travelers
Wanderers
Adventurers
Writers
And mostly drunks
Jack Kerouac
Hunter S Thompson
Kesey
Bukowski
Hemingway
It seemed that to be
Wacky
Weird
Adventuring with the flow
That you had to be
Drunk
Isn’t that the fantasy?
Wild and free
Ending up in a random Mexican bar
Seeing how far the night can go
But
That’s not quite the reality
Reality sets in the days after
When my compass
Spins round
My star
Dims down
My heart
Unheard
With no idea
Where I am
Anymore
It doesn’t have to take a poison
To be wild and free
I know who I am
I’m down for anything
I’ll dance until the sun comes up
Collapse laughing in your arms
But this time
My compass
My star
My heart
Doesn’t get so far lost
