I am a slave to all that I own
I can’t remember the last time I woke up
   and didn’t want to walk out my front door
      down the street
across state lines
into the overpopulated void
  but my ******* common sense
always stops me
"what a waste”
it’s a shame, pathetic really
that I desire the freedom
   the thrill
of being undiscovered by society
to the point that I dream about it
            constantly
and still, here I sit
in a room full of records
   expensive guitars and
seasons of The Andy Griffith Show
that I can not leave
I am a slave to all that I own