
Tyre tracks on dirt roads
storm chasers
looking for the eye
or something on the other side
Peddle kisses the floor
world whips past the window
tearing up the old road
headed North, searching for more
We were happy here
but could there be greater happiness
elsewhere?
The storm is a chorus
always another verse
on the other side…
In some mad way
we’re headed for a greater shelter
through the storm
headed for safety, hopefully
There is danger
there always is
but life is a song
with danger singing along
Windows wound down
radio up high
with our lives thrown in the back
I feel so alive
do you feel alive?
You call it ‘danger’
I say ‘adventure’
well, life is a song
adventure singing along
Storm chasing
it makes no sense
but for the place on the other side
perhaps, where it’s cheap to live
maybe that makes sense
O, but look at that view
didn’t we always say
it’s all about the view
here; we can see for miles…
In some mad way, we’re headed for greater shelter
on the other side
as we dance into the storm
I feel so alive
don’t you feel alive?
[2016]
Thanks for reading.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
-John Muir
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Great quote! And storm found or storm chased, will we ever be at peace? 🙂
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“life is a song
adventure singing along” 😍😄
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😆 glad you liked 🙏🏼
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❤
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Liked it a lot Tom.
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Thanks Hobbo. It was written about me leaving London and moving to Sheffield a few years ago. Adventure is still singing along. 🙏 Thanks for reading!
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