Why did i roam <br />to somewhere <br />find perfect bliss <br />sole felicity <br />make bridges <br />connecting <br />infinite seas <br />restless as the wind <br />flashing as high bright sun <br />craving disposition <br />from floating self <br />above zero ground <br />and make me <br />think to naught <br />except a fare for home <br /> <br />a bill of excitement <br />to touch the basement <br />of my blood<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nostalgia-fare-for-home/
