The Travelling man

Kicking rocks in his path, he glides across tar roads like his skimming the lake,

No fake his real, no metal design, a jacket, jeans and a pair of sneakers.

The vision that sustains his homosapien wonder of a body, just walking, his view is sweet sunsets and sunrise.

Amongst other guys, he is the travelling man.

Discovering while strolling, notebook and pen, turning pages, putting to pen, imagination.

Producing chapters of stories, folk tales and good judgment, insight in to the future.

The travelling man, taking lefts and rights shortcuts, enquiring on what's hidden for us.

En route on road 26,

ABC

Disturbing, Everyone's Faces, Ghostly Heads Immaculately Jargoned Keeping Letters, Memo's, Notepads, Opened, Psychologically Questioning Reason. Submissions TKO'ng Universes Verbally...

Words.

XYZ.

Just as easy, the calligraphy skills cause spillages so stay on your knees and listen.

Words the weapons, punctuation the shield.

The travelling man, a nomad, a warrior wielding a pen.

Mightier than the sword, the travelling man walks and walks on.