ain’t nothin’ free…

you’re always talkin’ ’bout leavin’…as if it were a theme…a way of livin’…get to one place…stay a spell…’fore you know it you’re back on the road again…takin’ off to some other town…

guess so…

ever gonna settle down…take up some kinda roots…can’t you just accept the fact that you’re gettin’ too old for all this movin’ ’round…hitchhikin’…sleepin’ under bridges…stayin’ in homeless shelters…don’t ya get tired of it…gotta get old after awhile…

yeah…

where would ya go anyway…been almost everywhere…

thinkin’ out West…maybe California…

what’s in California…

ocean…just sit ‘side the ocean for awhile…watch it…feel it…fall asleep on the sand at nightfall…

all romantic bullshit…hell…you’ll get there and you won’t even see the ocean…get swallowed up by poverty…

get swallowed up by poverty anywhere…wanna see the Sunset on the Pacific…

then you’ll come back home…

maybe…might head off to Alaska and work on some fishin’ boat…or be a cowboy out in Montana…I don’t know…I never know…never had a plan…just kinda go wherever the wind takes me…

a free spirit…

free…there ain’t nothin’ free…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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