The next two images contain the poem I created yesterday wile riding north in Vietnam.
It all started to flow and I'm quite happy with how it turned out. . . These where made as Instagram stories

I'll post the whole text below . . .

How many miles does it take to write a rythme when,
I'm stopping every little wile to write the flows that I'm in,

What a trip this has been and turned out to be,
Getting so inspired by all this scenery
Vietnam's a place of breathtaking beauty
But as I go I take the time to learn some history.

A past with the blood of many men,
Women and children, French and American
Japanese and even Korean.
A country that knew no freedom.
Only brutally,
Carried out by its opressers foreign policy.
A battlefield of proxy, no place to hide,
A domino being pushed on both sides
These acts that cost so many lives