My psychologist told me I want to travel as an escape.
I told her NO SHIT!
I want to escape to tropical climates.
To warm, friendly, different people.
To daily adventure and challenge.
To a place where I am exotic and special.
To a vacation mindset.
I want to escape a predesigned course of life.
High school, college, career, family, midlife crisis, old age, and then death.
It holds little appeal doesn’t it?
Hell yes I want to escape it.
I want to escape syndicated TV, and a syndicated life.
I want to escape to new problems because I’ve heard the ones in this country before.
I want to get on a bus, not knowing its destination,
And make attempts at communication with the other passengers.
I want to study everyday.
Maybe what I really want is to escape psychologists.
I want to be confused about my feelings,
And to avoid posing too many questions to myself.
I want to make bad decisions.
I want to figure things out too.
I want to be lost and find myself,
On a map.