Hitchhikers on a Road Called Desire: A Poem
We are hitchhikers on the road called desire
without a signpost, without a guiding map
to show us the way, or at least to inspire
for escaping from one or another crap.
Knowing what to rid of more than what to find
any destination seems better than staying put
we hitchhike for a chance to leave it all behind
whether on some wheels, or mostly on our foot.
That raised thumb getting heavier, tired
no one willing to tag us to their dream
and with last hope seemingly expired
chances of getting there getting slim.
From back of our mind comes this fear
that we may have to find our own way
by shifting mind into that higher gear
to fulfill dreams one deserving day.
For maybe it's a blessing in a disguise
that no one is stopping to give us a ride
looks like with no effort there is no prize
and no way to get Lady Luck on our side.