On the road again. Going to another place. Cant settle down it seems. Lets just visit another town. This is the place it will be. Hopefully maybe we’ll see. There will be grand gestures from tall giants made of brick and sandstone. I wish they could help me feel less alone as I travel on my own. This new zone I have to feel free in will be dogged by jobs and work and visitations to expensive viewings and perusing and all of what I will see. Maybe I can even get some blood shot eyes before I end my ties to the place that will next see my face.
Its all happening now. Always and in all ways I and we want something new. Every six months or maybe every ten years, but, we will eventually always want something new. This new town has the smog above it a dark shrouding cloud in a haze of blackness it loom over like everyone is calamity james. As in unlucky. But no! how can they. This is one of the greatest cities. Its supposed to be a venture and so cool and interesting to the masses it must be so pretty. Lets make the best of the good stuff while we are at it.
How do I feel about leaving where I am. Well, how would you feel. Creature comforts lost, hugs missed, conversations not reaching your ears and the love left behind. Always take that second glance now that I realise I wont see it for much longer. Maybe write a song for her.
So on the road again. I can cut cross country easily enough. Many stops have there been along the way. Lions and lambs and frogs too. Those dastardly bastardly frogs. Leaping all over the place confusing matters. Luckily I am going to a place that has none of them. But of course, I shall find new frogs. They will try to be my friend but I shan’t let them. Who needs frogs anyway. Except the princess, which I am not. So again. Who need the frogs anyway when you have those gracious, free, unchanging forever expanding, spell binding gigantic buildings that can talk to me just as much as you can.
I am going on the road again. Home changing view. Making everything new. It will all become a historic moment each new chapter. On the road again. Pack up my things. So in conclusion. I will probably write about leaving this place im going to. It’ll be a case of who knows what we knew.
