Pack your bag, I made coffee
Let me open your door –
Let’s play our favourite songs
Let’s skip this town, it’s a bore;
Lose the cul-de-sacs
And the ranch home formations
Let’s get lost in the City
In the storm of bohemian vibrations –
Wear your flannel, and walking shoes,
Let’s find an old paper map
We’ll hold hands, make out in public
We have a city to unwrap.
To that virtue of a Sagittarius!
That curious, insatiable thirst;
For new sights, sounds and smells
Erratic at its worst!
Send me to Angkor Wat,
Post me off to Neuschwanstein!
Drop me off, roadside at Marseilles,
I’ll saunter the time.
Find me at a Marrakesh bazaar,
Like a cat, wandering low
Spare me the skyscrapers, a hawk’s eye
And two feet can find better show.
Dreary sitting by a window,
Hearing the drum, and fantasy dance
Of experience unharvested
Of aching, rusting plans.
prince nothing 