When in Roam
Departure has landed; Flung out of frying pan, fled I Only To ditch the urban ant farm But is it pit stop, or forever flee? No more racing in circles, buzzing to bee. I am to where unsure this compass leads Except, I please, to far off Shores indeed But, once exotic notions; To swim in far off oceans Ring untrue when those rat races intrude What’s worse, what’s more? A stranger’s face, on same eternal chase But who was I to dream first, What someone has before? I would to be exempt from race, Safe down here upon ocean floor. Funny that, when in the jungle, one should stumble Over strewn Pizza huts, and chic burger shacks. Living a karaoke culture, is the point not dulled? Looking for something new? Or just insta-cool you Hark, music! Fuck I’ve been Calvin Harrass'd - Let’s rock-outback to a didgeridoo! Fast food sighted, Rifle please! Get my gist? Now let’s roast that pest of a Kangaroo.