Road Rouge

Partially inspire by throw the dice by bukowski

Pack your baggage and hop in

For now on you are only son of the roads

You vagabond rapscallion

Freedom it’s your surname

Have a breath of fresh air

Like a splash of broken invitations to join the cattle     

Throw down your luck to the ground and stand for yourself

Scarf and all going through the wind and the acceleration of your hopes and dreams away

If opportunity knocks in your door just tell that pesky illusion to go back where it came from

If nihilism ask you to stop and reflex about your journey, tell him that nobody cares about what it have to say

If the blue skies stop your motivation like the day coming to a end just stay awake, time its relative and so it is conformity

Nothing can stop you because at this point you know that the path you are going its one you can’t run form  

So don’t waste time, don’t digress, and don’t feel like something it’s done because it’s not

Even if at the end of all that it’s a broken rainbow puking shards of your wish reality

You know you made it, you know something can be worth every single damn second you tough about it, and when you made it through…

 Just show the goal up someone a*s. You are yourself finally; you didn’t even needed what you were looking for.

Life it’s only a chest and you are a rouge now… so, what’s going to be your move?