Two mighty roads obsidian flowed
split by a concrete divide,
and by this barrier lay
what had once been a raccoon, no more.
I gazed in passing and wondered what
didst draw this poor beast to its dead end.
Said my love, perhaps being a visionary it looked,
and saw not the obstacle, but the treetops beyond.
Thus did I learn from this idealist, now deceased
that though we dream of brighter futures,
without an eye on the ground,
we might see naught but headlights,
in the end.
To Bless Africa 
June 21, 2013 at 5:34 pm
How I envy your beautifully unconventional way of living and writing.
June 21, 2013 at 7:15 pm
that’s very kind coconutspeak, thanks for coming by and commenting. I’ve been enjoying your soundtrack picks 🙂