Couch Surfing Dreams

Lazy morning, sun in the window, friendly breeze. Flip-flops on a

hardwood floor, no particular plans today. Old guitar and a coffee

mug, cushions all around. Travel far without leaving feet up on new ground.

Friends' places like islands, each couch got a story. Collecting memories,

not worrying about the glory. Couch surfing, ride the waves of the unknown.

Ride laughter, soft pillows in a borrowed home. No maps, just a message

and a sunny old soul. Couch surfing, rolling on wherever I go.

Window open, hear the ocean and the fans hum. Half-baked plans and