Bartender
An old lady at the bar asks me, Are you okay? You seem rather quiet. Rough day at work? I’m just waiting for the bus Then it made me wonder. Do I really look like a guy that’s just constantly down on his luck? Do I really give off that aura of misery? Do I appear uninterested and long to be somewhere else? Maybe I do want to be somewhere else. Perhaps atop the snow covered mountains of Alaska Or down winding paths in the forests of Transylvania Tucked away in the jungles of Guatemala Even get lost in the scorching deserts of Australia Perhaps I will travel to the moon And watch the Earth rise from Apollo’s landing Journey to the stars and skate across the rings of Saturn I want to go sailing across oceans in search of... Something Anything that will remove this boulder off my back My soul grows weary with the weight of existence Time has penetrated deep and left lacerations whose pain can only be ignored with aimless w...