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