The ‘Forgotten World Highway’ from Stratford to National Park village takes you to a completely different country within New Zealand. Literally. The Republic of Whangamomona is a microscopic blip even on the highly magnified north island road map, but it’s a proud nation by itself, complete with its own president, a restaurant-cum-hotel, post office, and border control.
I was so tickled, I left my bag, camera, and wallet inside the restaurant and walked out chirpily.
On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one that's me So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go Holding me like gravity are places that pull If ever there was someone to keep me at home It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere Underneath my being is a road that disappeared Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me Guaranteed
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