We’ve all gone mad

Flickering back and forth

Across the thunder clap of land

Screaming through its blue paved veins

We’re wander-running madcaps

Speeding on our broken shoes

Flinging our gypsy-souls

Like popcorn across the table

Destination’s not the goal

It’s the crumbs

Of places in between

And around the corner, waiting

All aching to be seen

By our blue marble eyes

As they roll across the floor