I was once on the road
and I can't recall if it was a dream or not,
but sometimes I pass supposedly new street signs and I could swear I've been there before,
once, when the world was much calmer...
and there were people, young kids -
I asked them where they were headed to,
I think they said "San Francisco"
and I remember vaguely, almost, asking them
"why?" and the only thing I remember clearly is a voice, and I think it was them, saying
"I don't know, why does it matter?" and that I had no answer once again, but realized that that was the answer and every time I now encounter a stop sign, I pass it by, and hope for that way I may find... San Francisco.
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I'm totally in love with metaphors and this poem should be just that, pretty much everything in this poem...
this was very inspired by Jack Kerouac's 'On the Road' , the journey to San Francisco and also by Lana's song 'Looking for America' - two truely astounding pieces of art
thank you so much for reading! let me know your thoughts in the comments <3
xo, Sð¹â¤ï¸