Men with rambling fever Are born not bred Their diagnoses are terminal No cure but to go And they sell their souls to the devil For a train to hitch a ride on And they'll die along the highway While their women stay home Remaking beds That have never been slept in
I slept in this morning Even though I didn't need to I stretched my limbs Out into the ocean Trying to stay afloat alone in my bed And through my spyglass I still couldn't find the edge of it No body of land to stand solidly on I concluded that beds must be round Orbiting microcosms floating through apartments I got up and didn't tuck the sheets in I got up and didn't make it
I didn't make it through college Because as soon as I got settled Into my air mattress I un-made it Everything called my name I tried to ignore the voices I tried to avoid them But the mattress deflated quickly The sails inflated cleaner than a cloudy day The maps on my wall needed navigating I had too much exploring to do
I've read about explorers Men who made their fortunes Hunting gold and looting temples Never returning home Because the beds they left, they had already met Men who mapped the oceans And gave their names to continents Practically for free
I will freely admit that I'm like them Unable to stop myself From risking it all For a chance at nothing at all Unable to stay in one place For long enough To make my bed and lie in it I will freely admit that rambling fever is not ladylike I will freely admit I'm an Unsettled woman I will freely admit I shed lives and beds with purpose I shed lives and beds like skin
So this happened after work yesterday. I don't know what to make of it really. I don't know if it's done or if it's edited right or not.