This was just a little free verse... thing. Kinda stream-of-conscious too. That's why it's all jumbly and mixed up. I didn't really plan to post it, but I was just all like sure, why not? So yeah, here it is. Enjoy it and stuff.
There’s a road ahead of me
Empty as the stretch behind me.
Both abandoned, both lonely
But not bad really, no not at all.
It was dark and it was all quiet
‘Cept the sound of the road
And the music, can’t forget that
Wish that the road went on a little longer
‘Cause I’m not ready to go home
Maybe just travel a couple hundred miles
Then come back, might feel better.
Might not, but hey that’s the luck of the game.
Either head south or north
I don’t know really, they’re both nice.
But then there’s always the West.
The wild, wild west with its legends
And past deeds of daring do.
But there’s as much heartbreak over there
So maybe I’ll avoid it there too
I want a place where there’s nothing
Not a nothing kind of nothing
But an everything kind of nothing.
And once I get there, then I’ll be fine
God love the souls who pursue that road
And God love the other souls who don’t too
And I don’t really want to go anywhere
Not today or tomorrow, or the next day.
I just want to stay here, hide under the covers
‘Cause I don’t know what I’m doing
I don’t know this or that
All these things that everyone else just automatically knows
Is there a handbook or a brochure?
Did I miss the memo that says this?
Or did I just not get it?
Was I forgotten in the distribution?
I suppose that’s always possible
After all, I’m not significant.
Not particularly important to the outcome of the world
What does it matter if I’m here or there?
I’m just in my own little microcosm
And I don’t think I’ll ever come out.
Because I don’t know where there’s room for me
I can’t seem to find my place anywhere
Perhaps I’m lost? Or perhaps I was never found?
Either way, I don’t know where I am
Or who I want to be.
