I have cancer of the attention span
and the open road is my only cure.
I stall my imminent death by dreaming up
elaborate schemes to see the seven seas by lunch
Doc tells me I’ll die in a month,
unless I change the way I live
with more pit stops in cities
whose names I’ve never heard of.
And so now, I sleep in my car,
a new place every week,
They say that home is where the heart is,
so I keep mine in the glove box
under a map and stack of CDs.
When they ask me if I get homesick,
I just say I’ve been sick only once
and travelling is my remedy.
Created: Jan 29, 2010Document Media