The Red Dot

There's a red dot on the map.
He's been wandering the states,
- The good old USA -
All the way from
East, to west
With nothing but his pack
And some friends along the way.

Hopping trains,
Hitching rides,
And going on adventures.

We waved him a short "goodbye"
When he set out to
Walk the galaxy road
And
We've been waiting,
For when he comes back home,
Ever since.

But till then,
We know he's in
Good hands,
And he's been set free.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Wanderlust is either playful empowerment or privileged boredom... I'd wager very few drifting hobos would like your poem. I hope you gave that person some of your grass before you dropped them off. They've probably been raped and murdered by an angry hobo by now... almost certainly.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

You have very little understanding of the traveler community. Trust me, my friend is fine.

[Davidgeo]

So presumptive you are. Maybe you should try prose if you need others to "have understanding" of your topic. Why would I trust you? Am I suppose to be trusting? So presumptive you are.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Mhm.... you're the one that came here.

[Davidgeo]

Yeah... I come here. Sometimes. I come around a lot of places. What are you, the 'coming around places' police or something?

[Davidgeo]

You know how I am jerk face.

[Davidgeo]

Lets not play reindeer games over it.