Running

I watch him walk away
Mismatched socks on the hardwoods
Both grey but different lengths
Served a purpose earlier of protecting his feet from his boots
It's these slow summer days that keep me draggin'
Make me feel complacent, but also
Make me wonder if I should be somewhere else
Doing just about anything
Watching the rain, eating an icecream cone, living
I guess there's so many people in the world wantin' things
That if there is a God, he's thoroughly confused
Farmers wishin' for rain
Carnies wishin' for sunshine
Me wishing for an end to waking up in this melancholy town
I feel like I've been here forever
Yet there are roads I've still never gone down
& this leads me to believe I'm always gonna be hungry
Always gonna have a plastic star on my back
Always be wondering what he's gonna do next
Sitting here, grasping what it's all about
or at least what's missing
and what I think it's all about
Past lives don't go away
They lie quietly right across the street
Shining a familiar street light
Sometimes when it beckons
It makes you run harder away
Faster
And the tears that stream your cheeks aren't caused by pain for once
Or inner turmoil
But merely by the speed that you are moving
dodging old memories
And you think that you're running late
But you're the first one there
Maybe one of these times I'll run to one of those unfamiliar roads
Spend a day getting lost in my hometown
If that's even possible.
Something tugs at my sweater.
Shakes its head.
Tells me it's not.