Saturday, 9 February 2013

thoughts incomplete

sitting on the coach
flitting across the
another lone escape
another journey 
inwards and outwards
hopefully towards 
I listen to camera obscura
as I leave the city behind
'you're not a teenager
so don't act like one'
still that same bum
is staring back at me
through the window
i'm still eighteen
 i'm still making
a beautiful mess of things
but with my rucksack at my feet
and possibilities in my head
i will not let myself be misled
by thoughts incomplete..