Alex lays her head
with trust on Cody’s lap
He travels many miles
the wind is his roadmap

The radio off the windows down
Alex’s tail sways with peace
Anger melts like snow in spring
Crossing many borders and seas

The beaches
spread their arms
he feels welcome
when he rolls into town

the smell of freshly baked bread
the warm white sand
they are welcome
when he and Alex get into town

While mesmerising by the sunset
in the harbour at the docks
Cody finds a set of new keys
to open his rusty old locks

He is embraced by this town
he has reached his goal
the horizon gives him a smile
again, he feels whole


Ik ben een teruggetrokken, enigszins zwaar op de hand zijnde oude Brabander, met een ongeorganiseerde stroom gedachten.

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