He smiles
That dark, mischievous smile
It's a twisted grin
The kind you get when you remember
When you remember that life never goes to plan
You see, his past
It isn't a winding curious trail
it never really reconnects
He simply branched off
Over and over again
A hard right here
A slight left there
Always a new journey
Always a new road
He plans his future
And then veers off
Because to him
Linear isn't an option
There are to many what ifs for that
He could be a lawyer, or a chef
Maybe a pipe fitter, maybe an architect
There's just too many options
For him to stick to just one
Life is simply to easy to pack up
When nowhere feels like home
That doesn't mean he hasn't found it
Because he has
Home, home is that empty stretch of highway at 2am
Home is that one song he hears
Everytime he starts feeling lost
Home isn't really a place for him
It's just a feeling
So he smiles
the hint of a storm brewing behind his eyes
As he makes plans once again
And sees just how long they last