Which Way To Go

We feed each other. We need each other. I am not ambitious, but I do have habits to fulfill. She has only one habit - me, but she is ambitious, and conscientious, and dedicated to family. If I am honest I will admit that my "want" is much more than my need. Her want is equal to her need, and her needs are her life - I am one of those needs. I was a creature headed for the roads - no anchor. She says she saved me from some great mis-spent life, and perhaps she is right. All my short adult life had been survival (at different levels), not enjoyment - contentment is a brief act, seldom repeated. We all exist, day-to-day, living in patterns. She knows I could exist in other worlds, at lower levels of humanity (if not morality). She can exist only in her world. I have grown fat and comfortable in her world. I have too many possessions - or they have me. Most of it I could do without, because I know what I can do with only basic needs. Sometimes I still long for the roads-- for the loneliness-- for the soft carpets of grass and sod-- for the silence of a forest clearing-- for the clear, cold nights-- for my independence. Lights in the distance - far distance... but, I love her.