Traveler’s Notes

Poem
Written By Matt Antis

Destination without direction
Yet my senses will bring me there soon
The faith of legends moving mountains
Uprooted, dancing to a new tune

Aloof vagabond, free as a lie
Uttered from a corpse with perfumed lips
Despises the proud nomad proverb
Assumes the path is safe, blindly slips

I catch him in his pursuit of self
Subdue the scoffer inside my head
Charge him for the half-baked ideas
That have tried to make mold from my bread

Faith is good, said the nomad. But faith
That’s blind is consuming and far worse
Assumption, lethal at higher speeds
Work hard, and pray not for a full purse

Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

https://inkjotkingdom.com
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