Once I dreamt
Of the open road’s
Mysteries and delights
Envisioning freedom
And escape, adventures
The discovery of myself
Now I see
Cold nights
Buried in blankets
Fog inside on windows
Surf’s call outside and loud
I dig computers
Eternal movement
Hands sprinting on these dials
Relentless motion
As you may have noticed, I think very highly of Seth Godin. This blog post gave words to an idea I’ve been considering: