Freedom In Promise Land

August 18, 2011
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It's moving day,
So pack up those boxes and load them in the trunk.
Drive to the edge of town until you've washed away the memories.
Then turn back around until the mascara tears run dry.
Do it again with another box and a roll of tape,
Label it yours and ship it off to someone else's junkyard.
Turn the key to become a stranger you already were,
And give a tour so others can meet you again.
Show them this hollow space,
As you tell them to call it home.
Cut the tape,
Unload the boxes.
Cook something tasty to surround yourself with delicious aromas.
When you're done,
Take off those shoes and put the feet up.
Breathe a sigh of relief and welcome yourself home.
When it gets late,
And there's nothing but starlight,
Sleep in someone else's bed,

And wish you were somewhere else.





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