Life

Life sucks bit it always gets better in the end 

The urge to be someplace else

With the fear of a man 

With

A rifle or a struggle in 

The night but there is always some 

Genuine worry about 

Traveling life is nameless 

You never know you unless it's gone 

And the day was as dark

As night

Safe

The feeling of something so bad

Could feel so safe but 

Being safe is like

Maneuvering on mountain like roads

It was almost as easy

To handle as a passenger car

But I 

Will always get this feeling

Beautiful thing,

Powerful and yet lithe

Talking

The techniques of opening 

Conversation is 

Universal I knew long ago

And rediscovered that the best way to

Attract attention I listened 

And looked and felt, and in the process 

Had a picture of my

Country the accuracy of which was 

Impaired only by my own

shortcomings