I’d like to exchange
this deranged life
for a little change.

I need a break
from the mundane
repetitive existence
that I have crafted
for my own comfort.

The roads repeat
and what I see
is a sour echo
chasing me.

But now I know
to be free I need
to move out and on,
take my bags
like a traveling man
running while I can
cause this beautiful loser
is checking out.

There is always a little doubt
but I am figuring
the small stuff out,
I’m building a bridge
to a better me,
so, wait and see.

Ten years later,
sad to say
despite the burst
of brilliant word play
I am still stuck,
despite the bravado
and desire to get up and go
I am still here.

So, what do I know.