The Open Road Is My Only Master

“wide road towards mountain during daytime” by Evgeni Evgeniev on Unsplash

There are those on the roads
truly free and truly happy.
With responsibility only to the next
sunrise and the next sunset.

Refugees from the 9 to 5
wage slave palace of expectations.
Heroic in their slaying of
time clock ogres.

An RV named Bucephalus and an
interstate pathway leading to a rural
ghetto Shangri-La.

Ride with the untethered winds
and call only your own desired destination
master.

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