Martin Stepek Poems
Wednesday, 22 July 2020
Travelogue
We crossed the bridge that wasn't there
and climbed the stairs that led nowhere
took our bags to the train station
hopped on to no destination
when we arrived we were nowhere
and enjoyed ourselves without a care
it was always thus, it is always so
there really is no place to go
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment