I’ve been wanting to get away to

some time some place

far removed from the present moment

to know

the thrill of adventure

once more

I feel outside of myself

undervalued

a dredge on the outer edges of proper society

I know what I don’t know and

what I don’t know far outweighs what I do

I’m stuck on a trick ladder which compresses each rung I ascend

leaving me set in place and

oddly enough

oft times lower

performing menial tasks for those I will never know

alienated in my domestic state

each year breeds new anxieties which pushes me further

towards the looming edge

maybe I’m a a malformed cog

in the machinery of society

not fitting

yet innocuous enough that the others have no trouble

grinding past me