Dharma Bums

This is a poem I wrote based on the writings of Jack Keroac.

We are the Dharma Bums

We conform to no one

We live our lives on the road

We are vagabonds on the go

We live behind the tracks

We sleep in the woods

or in a boxcar when it rains

In the dark we dwell

with not much to say

We may be broke

yet we do what we please

We stare into the dark

Tell tales of old

and dine on wine, and cheese

Scraps of poetry in tow

we climb to the peak

A clear mountain spring

A zen moment awaits

We drop our bags

to rest for a drink

Upon the misty morning

we hop the train

A random destination

for our minds to entertain

Nowhere to call home

we go from place to place

Please don't show us pity

It's just better this way

When no one knows we're alive

it helps to ease the pain

A mind free of troubles

is where paradise awaits