He decided one day, it was time, so he ran.
Into adventure, not out of fear.
He rode his bike to New Orleans and ordered a beer.
Found bourbon street pricey,
And the girls a bit dicey,
But the music was funky,
So he became: a Nola Junkie.
It didn't stop there,
no that wouldn't be fair.
He came across a man in Mississippi,
Flipped an army vehicle into a ditch with this hippie.
And a chicken farmer named Mike in Arkansas,
gave me a bible and preached God's Law.
Ascended the Ozark Mountains.
Wakarusa was a trans-dimensional fountain.
Six more fests, and tens more states,
All my favorite bands, right in front of my face.
Surely Europe was next there was no debate.
Poland, Budapeszt, Roma, Napoli,
Couchsurfing the world, the best thing ever, probably.
Pit stopping in England for a 2 week binge,
October in Brooklyn, my spirit singed.
Plopping back home just in time,
For a Cheesy Hulaween at Suwanee, all on my dime!
Finally running out of gas but reaching the pump,
I refilled my tank; look more Dreams! I dove in. Ker-plunk.