Do you want to take a trip?
Written in one sitting, train-of-thought style!
Do you want to take a trip with me?
Let's go off and see what we can see
Tangerine trees and marmalade skies
The Beatles wrote that? Did they, indeed?
Are you quite sure?
Where we are going, there's no need
For roads, tolls, cell phones, and more
Sugar-topped mountains and blood-orange sunsets
The best mix of the sweet and the sour
Rambling with a mumbling fool might be fun
Look at me shooting holes in the sky
Look at me firing my heart-shaped bubble gun
We can have a candlelit dinner on the side of forever
Wild mushrooms and the freshest tomatoes
We can stare into the great vast dark of the never
I wish it were this easy to escape from it all
Life is so hard at times, without a moment to spare
I wish we could go camping and have a woodland ball
But there's life, work or lack of, bills, stress, and more
Wouldn't you like to get away?
No, not to Boston, never to Boston,
no offense to Boston
I can't stop saying Boston,
The more I say Boston, the more I sound Boston
Sometimes, it would be nice to go where no one knows your name
Anonymity offers freedom from who you are and what you do
Sometimes, it would be nice if they were glad that you came
Anonymity offers freedom from who you've been, what you've done
I just can't wait to be on the road again
Willy was right - the longing, the desire
I just can't wait to hit the road again
Just like Jack or a wanted gun for hire
We could make our way down to the beach
Build sandcastles under the blazing sun
Wouldn't that be fun?
Then head out to sea, to a distant land
Where nothing ever has to be planned
Sing songs with the birds up in the trees
Drink from the clear stream on our knees
Let's forget the reality, even just for a day
Let's go anywhere at all just to get away
Somewhere warm, somewhere sunny
Somewhere where horses, deer, and more
Roam freely in the cool of the breeze
Then in Autumn, crunch fallen leaves
We can say goodbye, sayonara
To darkness, my old friend
Lonely days are over, and
Life is just like a sweet song
I wish
More than anything
Though
I didn't need to wake
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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Comments (7)
From earworm to earworm and everything in between, like a surreal, fantastical acid trip of a dream. Bloody well done.
Who doesn't love to take a trip? Love this, Paul!!!❤️❤️💕
Cheers & safe journeys. A dream of a sojourn.
Loving this Paul! I love traveling.
This was really fantastic! I love the way it unfolded and the little references tucked in there. Well done you!!
Love this one, Paul! ...this feels like a meandering, map-optional road trip to me. Really nicely done. One of my favorite lines: The more I say Boston, the more I sound Boston 😂 There is such profound truth in this. That is definitely the way it works 🤣
Wow! Some clever references in there. Even a sideways one to "Cheers!"