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.