Run Away

Relentless need to get away again… Nerves plucked and fraying, lost in the din Trapped and cornered: more within than without, But nonetheless willing to run; to drown out Constantly mocking voices of conscience and reason No money, no time, no plan, no season Never the appropriate time for feral desires; Imagined bliss somewhere where nothing is required False hope so real, with its tangible disregard… Like raised plastic numbers on the new credit card Endless destinations; disappear into haze Some shred of silent comfort, if only for a few days Wistful woeful wanton will This relentless need shall not be fulfilled Perhaps this notion futility finds For relief lies only in leaving... Myself behind