I got as far West as I could get, and after a few years,
I realized that I couldn’t stay.
So I ran
I went as far East as I could go.
I married and settled down.
But after the accident, I was running again.
South, south, south.
I played shuffleboard with old friends, canasta, too.
But I couldn’t stop fidgeting,
So I took off North.
It’s easy to run away,
But you never outrun your demons and habits.
You can try to go home again,
But it’s never really home.