but there's a feeling somewhere in some streets.
We should be wondering tonight, "Is there a world?"
We should be wondering tonight, "Is there a world?"
But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about
is there a world, because there is really no world,
cause sometimes I'm walkin’ on the ground and
I see right through the ground. And there is no world.
And you'll find out.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again;
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again;
we had longer ways to go. But no matter,
the road is life. of wacky comradeship
2 comments:
An interesting text!
Jack Kerouac perhaps didn't found his world?
He was very alone?
But a very good haiku-poet!
(And an old sailor, too.)
TIKKIS- UNBELIEVABLE YOU FIND THIS POST, THANKS FOR THE COMMENT (I think was not understood -just fits in a Haiku -the rest is nonsense .
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