Ode to the Road of Youth

I put my thumb out and looked down the old American road.
I didn’t know where it would take me,
But it’d take me out somewhere,
Far away from here.
Heart broken and eyes seeking out for God,
Something to show me there’s order somewhere in the chaos.
No one stops,
The humming, droning of the world spinning on all around me.
The tikkity tack of the hammers beating,
The whir spun of the factory crawling,
The alarm bells,
Morning walks,
Monotonous continuity of expiring dreams,
The hopes of tomorrow that slowly disappear as we sacrifice our aspirations for safety.
I’m 22 and I refuse that life.
Wondering now what would happen if it all stopped.
I’ve never been this far in the edge of known and unknown,
Sitting with nothing but my thumb,
My open heart,
And a world of possibility.
I roll up a cigarette and take a puff into the wind.
I’ve arrived into now.
I don’t know where I’m going,
I don’t have a reason why,
But there’s something out there and I’m going to find it.
God hides in the winds as it breezes by me, lonesome and seeking.
Like Buddha under the Bodhi tree, I wait.
I challenge life to show me what all it has to offer.
I stand with my eyes like hawks, going restlessly forwards.
I dare God to paint me into something beautiful.
I dare God to form the world in front of me as I go deep into the unknown.
I won’t go gently into the night,
I won’t get gently into the night,
I won’t go gently into the night.