I will not stop in Hyderabad

If I did not stop in Kingston

As in San Juan and Fresno

As in Cali and Guatemala City

Because I ramble

Outside the lines

Ive got that ache

I gotta see

Just one alley more

And peal the bark

From the painted trees

And get the two kisses

From more wannabe moms

I know I was born

To smell the bread

And taste the fruit

For what does not appeal to many

Or even makes them ill

Enlivens me

I will not stop