I’m getting the fear of this place
Like my fathers did;
But where will I flee?
The road sings through my windows a siren song of
silence.
And so I will take to the road.
If there is no destination for me then
I will make my destination the road,
And I will be the homeless,
And will gladly play the wanderer and will set the stage;
I will repeatedly grab you by the head and look you in the eyes and say,
In a distant tone that you will take to be aloofness,
With an empty look in my eyes that are not quite meeting yours:
“It is time for me to leave.”
And I shall meet my only consistent lover who is waiting just outside your
house,
The road.