On Road Maps

I travelled a thousand miles to distant lands 

I heard it held treasures  

To fill the bankers vault 

That lure of the Wild West, the good life  

Daring, romantic and tragedy 

With such power of seduction 

I became a cow boy and travelled far 

Only to find out, paradise is sat between 

Genesis and odyssey, threading the needles eye  

I missed my stop, stop driver, oh how so blind can one be 

To lack the sense of direction, redundant maps 

To be made prodigal, void of navigation

The birds and dolphins, penguins 

Follow such routes, made absent to man

But then one can be excused

My glasses I wear sits on my noise

To support my failing sight, some times 

The inside looks more dirty a' murky than it is worth

I am long sighted, 

So by default, by far I see from a distance or is it nearer 

My vision 20-20 sends conflicting ideologies

Each to its own, 

Owing to be a master of me and I of life

I am worth more, I demand more

And for more in obstacles I find to deal with

 Cliché of Rome, the London bridge stands 

It wasn't built in a day, the Eiffel tower 

And this is to be bigger than Rome

So saddle up cow boy, two stops away from destination 

Attempts at threading needles, bonzia, bingo 


Lets go for the, Good Life 
The Gold rush, treasures 
The wins on poker tables, light flash