You run
desperate
counting miles
on the cloud factory
fifty seconds
and you stop
180°
your new destination:
the smoothie shower.
These dangerous habits
so adorable
as much as crossing boundaries
might sacrifice you one day.
Not today.
The wandering of homeless dreams
has not finished yet.
You can still keep
the pace with dragons
but feel like a stranger
a rebel in nowhere
with an avocado faith
in the placebo effect
of your runaway.
The time has come, little Nomad
you have to run.
Again.
© 2015 jkn
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