I Am Sometimes Antisocial

Today is one of those days... friends, once - now distant... nothing in common, nothing to share, no room for them in this dark cave. Dreaming of new sunrises, fresh prairies, unfamiliar but friendly smiles.

I have worn this place out, stayed just a little too long - the last guest.

How I wish it were as easy as loading the ol' jalopy and heading west. There are chains of love holding me fast - my children. For a few short, but seemingly endless years I need to remain fast - heartless smile pasted on my face for strangers. If I didn't love my children so... I would roll up and head out.

Lonely, empty, stranded.