Moving Time

Pick a destination 
By spinning round and round
Throwing pennies at an old map
Held on the floor
By your old broken beer bottles
Where will they land 
When they finally come to rest 
North South East or West
Which way shall I start to drive
And where shall I start anew
At last on my own
On and in my own time
To the place I will flourish
Alone without you
And those broken beer bottles anymore

JGR 2010