Thoughts to Venice (on a Train)

Away we go; The Sea Adriatic

So far I went to learn, and still to see

Of what does lie in wait; not calm, not static.

Florence: The home of masters great. I'll be

Here quick. A train like wind to carry my mind

And flesh across. Inhale this life. Exhales

The past. To give it up, so then I find

A calm serenity in life - No rails.

But yet, It still will end. To return back

Across an ocean blue. To resume the same

Old life, the same old view; a slow attack

On this free soul. So mark me now by name.

I would rather be dead than give it up,

I will still drink it all and smash the cup.