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Almost every night is the same;

save for moments of lucidity

involving horror or sex,

my dreams drag me to

distant plains where I can

smile, breathe the fresh air,

taste the earth and live.

I'm a regular McCandless

in my night-time travels;

but rather than an undeserved 

death greeting me at the finishing line,

I awaken -- dry mouthed and crusty eyed --

flinching at the idea of my daily tedium.

I need to get living, and very soon.

Society probably holds a different

definition of said statement;

but I'd sooner listen to myself

and avoid the ideals of a crumbling

wall of soul-sucking patriots.

To be at one with nature, my pen

and pad, meeting nameless faces

of a hundred soon-to-be friends is

what I crave; but to crave is not enough.

One day soon and not a day later, 

I will get there -- anywhere.