More or less 14 years ago
On a bus
Crawling across the country
Or at least the southern states
Figured it was time for a change
Status update, if you will
Maybe it was the ride, the trip went slow
It felt fictitious
It was February and it was wintry
I was eating off paper plates
Everything tasted so strange
Or was it life that was the bitter pill?
Nothing cataclysmic, you know
Nothing suspicious
There was no open demonolatry
And not exactly desperate straights
But I needed to get downrange
Or at least a few miles down the hill
The past year felt random like a bad variety show
A bit capricious
Maybe it was simply
One of those odd, genetic traits
Or a weird neurochemical exchange
Everything had lost it's thrill
Up north, they were now sick of snow
I looked out at cactus
A far cry from the forestry
But not exactly aces and eights
It's not like I was a target on the range
But man I wished I wasn't losing my hair, and still
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