Put me on a freight train; I’ll start over wherever it takes me, leave it all behind and hope my past won’t try to chase me. No matter how I try to hide, this routine can’t reveal the adventure that I seek, so it’s come to this...so I’ve come to you. Interrupt, intervene, show me what I haven’t seen. Drop me in a foreign country where I don’t know the native tongue. I just want to feel vulnerable again. I just want to feel young. Take away all of my possessions and send me out into the wild. I’m starved of experiences and it’s tearing me apart inside. Breathe new life into these lungs. Disorient me. I’m cold and empty. Put me on an airplane; I’ll start over wherever it lands, leave it all behind and build a new life with my own two hands. I should be a feather floating on the breeze but I’m a weathervane; I only point to where I want to be. Satisfaction is hard to find when static actions weigh on your mind and on your soul. Week by week, day by day, the same old game has lost its cachet. I’ve lost control.
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