Yeah, I seem to be writing a story told in verse as a succession of poems about these two guys …
One foot in front of the other,
under dark sky as I seek.
The cold is becoming my lover
and hunger an enemy to cheat.
I set out in search of adventure,
escape from the burden of land,
freedom from all expectations,
and work I could take in my hand.
Instead I’ve been cold, wet and hungry.
I sleep under stars all alone.
Yet still open road’s voice will call me
while her breath leaves me chilled to the bone.