I’m a drifter

This poem is about traveling on a motorcycle and loving the open road

Hit the open road i have no place to call my own
My journey has a story yet I haven’t been told
I’m loner , the places i been to people i met
Still I couldn’t stay because it wasn’t home

The open road is like home to me the stars
That shines at night is my only light
I’m drifter with no home

Never to cry over being alone
I’m drifter who understand the open road
I never wait for anyone to rescue me

Ive lived life to fullest
Memories are made to look back
Yet once i hit the open road i feel so free
Never looking back or feel sad

In this life i chose to be alone
I could never see myself settling down
For i am a drifter and i could never called a place my home

People i met have ask me what I’m looking for
Honestly I have no idea
There are times i wish I could settling down
But those thoughts would soon fade away

Some thinks they can lend a hand to me
And another’s think I’m lost
things that found so peaceful
Was the open road the feeling of been free
Having to travel on the black raven

Waking up in different place knowing I’m just a drifter
I could never love someone
Because I haven’t loved in long time

Forever it will be me , black raven and the open road
With this my journey will be told through the tattoos on my skin
The people I’ve met and pictures I’ve taken
I’m drifter who loves the open road

Reviews

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

Wowzoers! This is so very good, enjoyed this

Some thinks they can lend a hand to me
And another’s think I’m lost
things that found so peaceful
Was the open road the feeling of been free
Having to travel on the black raven

I just adored these lines here, they stand out to me a lot