Another bar, another beer

Walking down the street
That feeling of walking on air

I’ve known it somewhere before
In India, or perhaps San Antone

Freed of baggage, mind adrift
For a moment, free as Saharan dust

Borne on the wind, emancipated
Lost in pure existence

Like a newborn, an empty page
Open to the work of unknown gods

Learning that potential is the greatest gift
And sharing is the means of realisation