Inspired by “Toads” by Larkin
Why should I let frog fancy
Run my life?
Can’t I use my mind as a tether
And ignore it away?
I feel content
To sit about
But every now and then—
Wanderlust.
Lots of folks travel,
Nomad around,
A backpack and will
Surviving on guts—alive.
They seem to like it;
Even as paupers
In bare-footed ridiculous
No one actually starves.
But no, I just can’t
Cross the ocean
On mere lily pad dreams
Even if my heart leaps so.
The Lumps of Life
Inspired by “Toads” by Larkin
Why should I let frog fancy
Run my life?
Can’t I use my mind as a tether
And ignore it away?
I feel content
To sit about
But every now and then—
Wanderlust.
Lots of folks travel,
Nomad around,
A backpack and will
Surviving on guts—alive.
They seem to like it;
Even as paupers
In bare-footed ridiculous
No one actually starves.
But no, I just can’t
Cross the ocean
On mere lily pad dreams
Even if my heart leaps so.
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Tagged nomad, toads, wanderlust