Johnston

This was my first venture into a true meaningful poem. I had played with rhyming schemes and had little playful poems before, particularly when wooing women. But this was my first poem about me, which I wrote while making a lake night trek north (which I assumed was west, my mind was clearly elsewhere).

Consider this a freebie for today.

Today I hit the open road.
And walked to find all I could see.
A man lost in his own deep thoughts.
With body warn and mind set free.

And so I came along the path.
Where sidewalks turned into bare ground.
And continued still upon my path.
Where others tread their path I found.

I am not sure what lies west (north) now.
Or what to see when I arrive.
A simple place and happy smile.
Or the peace for which I strive.

It’s not that I’m a tortured soul.
Or that my mind must be set free.
I simply take what life provides.
And make the best in all of me.

The police they came.
They do not know.
From where I am.
Or where I go.

They make me stop.
And test my brain.
But clear of influence.
Means not ones sane.

They can’t believe.
I walked this far.
They offer escort.
Rides in car.

But walking back.
Is what I need.
Desires burn.
That I must feed.

For when I peer.
Into my soul.
I must see gold.
And not a hole.

And so I forge.
Myself in flame.
For life is harsh.
But still a game.

So where it ends.
I do not know.
And so I…