Hidden in Plain Sight
Standing at the edge of Oblivion Beach,
Before touching the water.
A breath is taken as well as the view
Enjoyed by the Wanderer.
"This is certainly one end, however
Not THE end. Forward can change."
Unbuttoned cloak, seat enjoyed,
Cosmos witnessed with the range.
"I should very much like to travel this ocean."
Wanderer"s feet were sore.
Lost are the many fantastic conveyances,
The tally an unknown score.
Glancing at the compass
Before a direction chosen.
A destination was never established
An opportunity to run off risen.
There were a score of things
That needed to be done.
Orders shouted, recommendations made,
Even scholarships won.
A priceless, liberating feeling. Going anywhere.
Doing anything at any given time.
The way things soon develop,
Even that may be a crime.
"I was given the directions for living,
Of course I disagreed with it!
Tossed those instructions into the sun,
Where the sky was lit."
The Earth nurtures, the rain washes,
All of time is just numbers.
Wanderer doctor's the entire world,
All before the midnight slumber.
Allowed to walk this section of eternity
Bothering to look you can certainly find
Wondrous places, elusive things,
And beautiful people who are kind.
The urge to fall, the voice suggests
To jump as soon as you stand.
Parallel with your chosen one;
A priceless companion to hold your hand.
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