The plants dance in the rain and the breeze
Somewhere out in Killarney
While the pigeons all flock to peck the seeds
In Amsterdam across the sea
Now Rome presents its history
And then there's me
Wandering mostly aimlessly
A guitar at my side & pack on my back
I can kind of say I've been there & done that
But I'm still just a boy, a bloke, a young lad
With stars stuck in my eyes & no plan of attack
I make room to get lost & sidetracked
Like in Switzerland when I dropped out with Jack from the pool shack
The same night I bought a six dollar bottle of Cognac
I'll keep moving from station to station
Filling the time with recreation
Although I've never once had a destination
I'll just keep walking to find new fascinations
Every city square has an edge of ellation
Take a few seconds to adjust to the captivation
Blink & you just might miss the perfect situation
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Palpitations in Love
PoetryBy products of an over read, under stimulated, & depressed romantic idiot.