happy new year

[onetoomany_ams]

Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the the door and, again, I couldn't stop.

I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't got anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

I know that starting over is not what life's all about.
But my thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth.