I feel like I’m wasting away in this apartment.
it’s cheap, and it’s reasonably clean.
It’s a short distance to the bar and close to my family.
The only fault with it
is that I’m living
My TV is there,
my computer is there
and sometimes my brain is.
I don’t think I can be happy anywhere.
It’s the wanderlust
and the road beckons.
I have it too good, it’s pleasant and easy.
My mind is hijacked
by other things,
that’s the first problem.
Maybe that’s what I should fix first.
Get rid of it.
But as any addict,
because it’s scary without them.
I never used to be scared
of being alone with myself,
but then again,
I never worried about the future