We stand still in one place
Not knowing what to do
We have given it much thought
But are afraid to move
We know we are being watched
People, you know, are curious
They will race to watch me
Take off and enter the race
Which way to go is the question
Uphill, downhill or on a level plain
Just keep going and don’t look back
They will watch you all the same
You disappear from their sight
Knowing you’ll never be back
Scores of places waiting for you
And it is up to you to pick
It is to the west that you decide
The rivers and mountains have an appeal
You’ll find work as a handyman
And work with your special zeal
After a while, you have improved things
Feel its time to move on to find
Another location where you think
That they’ll have room, and off you go
You decide to mail a postcard
To the folks, you left behind
What will they think when they
See mountains that stand a mile high
I’ll hike through them when I have time
They will be happy if they even care,
That I am doing fine. All the time
They wasted, waiting for me to decide
I went to the four corners and then
To the ocean, working when I had the notion
I married and had three children
Who thought moving around was a dread
I looked back at what would be my legacy
Weeks went on to months and soon years
When I took my final journey
I had lost all my fears
Stanski
January 18, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 