Staring out at mountains
And oceans
And sky, and all those little moving things.
Cars crossing bridges
and stopping at lights
All those people with somewhere to go
All those people with people to see

Even the birds are
on their way to somewhere

I start to think about the people
and places
I wish not to see or go

I sit here alone
Staring out at mountains
And oceans
And sky, and all those little moving things

I sit alone
a moment longer.

Cars crossing bridges
and stopping at lights

Then I decide to get drunk