Was that a knock?, or am I hearing things, again?
I swear I might be cracking up
or maybe it is that dastardly bird Poe went on and on about.
Maybe it’s time I make a break for it.
But I know the romance of being on the highway is fiction…
I know things don’t always go smoothly
…at least not for me,
never for me.
I know that there are scary things out there
including the freedom I seek.
“Should I stay or should I go” I once again ask myself
and isn’t that a song?
I know I should go…
but my steel resolve crumples like aluminum foil.
Maybe I am all bluster and bravado after all.
Maybe I can only stomach the outside world in small bites;
a spoonful of indigo sky, a pinch of grass, a sliver of moon.
I shake my head to dispel these thoughts
and soothe myself with a nice hot cup of Earl Grey.
So once again, for today, I am staying
Maybe one day I’ll go
and maybe then I’ll stop hearing this infernal knocking on the door.