He was a midnight hitchhiker stowing away on trains even though Daddy offered gas money.
Because Daddy's money was found
and all he wanted was to be lost.
He wouldn't admit it,
but all he wanted was to be lost.
Because tears are the stuff that oceans are made of
and the North Star
was always the most boring one.
So he hopped the C train east expecting the underbelly society hiding in that empty caboose.
That empty caboose.
Daddy held out his wallet the whole time, but hitchhiking train hopping hilarity was always free.
He traveled a continent without letting sentimentality sink in
Daddy held out his wallet the whole time
his arm withered and groaned holding it there so long.
All he really wanted was his son
but they never communicated well
and the world always ran more on schedules than sunsets according to him.
Freedom and Fathers
Schedules and Sons
They never did seem to fit.
Not for them.
I just read this book: "A Man Called Ove"
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"and the world always ran more on schedules than sunsets according to him." This is such a beautiful, important, clever, interesting line.
You manage to write about specific things and universal things at the same time. (i.e. hitchhikers, daddy, being lost, trains, wallets, schedules, etc.)
"All he really wanted was his son"
Trevor if you ever email me on my mission please do it in a poetic format lol
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