They say I’m breaking, can’t take a step without shaking
Making this life of mine whatever I can
No certain path or lay of land
Survival, to strive for revival
Happiness is my only direction
I long for the days of open road and the reflection of the sun on my face
Leaving this place
Not because I don’t love it
Not because it hasn’t been good to me
Not because of anything at all
I wish for more
I wish for my place in this order of isolated events called progression
Something has always been missing
I have grown comfortably numb
Some would be content with this life of mine
But I seek the flavor of another wine
Perhaps one found in the hills of the West
I cannot know if I do no not test
Lately, the fruits of life have left me
Surely only I am to blame
Time to shed my name
Leave my face and known acquaintances behind
The open road with a cool summer breeze by my side
A horizon not fading, rather growing forever wide
It calls me to come
I am not the first and I will not be the last
But what if my story doesn’t come to pass in this land?
Am I not crippled if I let my wonder seize?
Have I not surrendered if I even feel the need to ask please?
I answer to none at this very moment in my life
Why not enjoy the freedom that comes with such disposition?
A simple transition, a simple heart that’s been wishing
For a change, for a chance, for perhaps anything at all
Is it not a man’s mission, to go fishing for his soul left behind?
Deep beneath the ocean’s surface, one marvels at what he can find
This may not be my time, but who’s to say it will ever come?
These day to day operations might be enough for some
But the answers I seek do not flow down this familiar creek
They may not be out there, but isn’t it worth a look?
Would you not turn through every page in a book?
Even if it was just to find that where you were is just where you needed to be?
I wake each day mostly content, happy with where my life has taken be despite others conjecture
But I’ve given my self permission for it to be not enough
I’ve recognized I can start over though it will be tough
We can never really start over
Rather turn the page on another chapter of our days
Drawn to the sun’s outstretched and life filled rays
I will take the first step and begin to listen
And when the day comes it is unlikely I will be missing
A chance to lose myself in a great escape soul-fishing.