Bitten by the Backpacker Bug

there's a bug in my backpack
and it bit me
forever destined to live this life
like a gypsy
drifting city to city
the rhythm pushes me
forward
lord of all i survey
and my place in the world
is wherever i will sleep tonight
listening
to whichever drum beats tonight
smoking gitanes
on a beach in Nice tonight

but with the sunrise
my tired eyes
will widen
to new horizions
and i'll find myself
on the road again
heading out
or heading home again

with a collection of poems
and a half smoked pack of cigarettes
my pillow is my backpack
but i rarely let my head rest
because there's little warmth
in a hostel bed
and i got no time for lying
awake, depressed

the night is young
and i'm lost on the continent

Sampson, there's lots good in this, I loved your opening lines but particularly

"but with the sunrise
my tired eyes
will widen
to new horizions
and i'll find myself
on the road again
heading out
or heading home again"

which is just great. Hope it's nice in Nice :D Best, H

There's a great jogging bounce throughout this and a real lift in the last line.

cool poem, I really enjoyed it. Have a fantastic journey!

This poem provokes such a swell of Wanderlust in me as I don't know what to do with.
Thanks for sharing, Sampson;
this is appetizing;
I feel I must get up and walk anywhere, if only to satisfy a need for motion inspired by your words.

Thanks guys! Though I am afraid to say I am no longer in Nice, or even on the road... I figured I had to come home after Amsterdam (;