NOMAD
With this capsule tethered to my cot
I flit through realms of space and time
A nomad of a different kind
With no fixed destination
I travel like a king all the time
I am my master, My own guide
I always journey through the night
Picturing perfections and feeling all light
Through surreal streets and grand designs
Elated at my break from line
I decide my own destination
And take the wheels of my own design
I hurry along to take in the signs
To give back to those who’ve joined the line
I am their escape from mundane lives
I regale them with new tales and rhyme.
Their dreams too now I recognize,
I’ve seen them with my own two eyes
The beauty of seeing without experiencing
Holds me captive till the morning light.
I am a wanderer, a nomad for all time
When reality fades, my dreams bear light.
Random Dai
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