Going down a road trampled underfoot,
confirming to the safe haven of precedent,
barelling down a path to an unchanging end,
facing such blatantly bland boredom,
a man takes a stop..sits down.....& lights up.
A drag of smoke for the drag that is life,
a puff of peace with enlightenment for free,
a doobie shunned and frowned on by the road freaks,
with a calm so blissfully ignorant of the road itself.
An attack on the freak's right to comatose idiots,
a lollipop enticing you off the road,
a freak's worst nightmare,
realised into a most threatening scenario.
That a man may think it a possibility,
to let it all go for an experience in the alternate,
burst free of the shackles of uniformity,
and fight of the mind numbing idiocy of the road.
In this fight of being on or off the road,
between reassuring conformity & peaceful wavering,
Gifted is he who blazes away,
peacefuly wavering to reassuring conformity.
