The Furthest Thing From Poetry.

• walking •

I was angry
I was moping
I needed to get out of the house
Get away from everyone in it
So I went outside
I started to walk but then
Then
Then I remembered
I've walked every street
My neighborhood has been scoured
By my feet
I've walked every sidewalk
Jogged every pathway
Skipped across every path of grass
There's nothing new for me here.
But I want to see something new!
I want to leave.
Let me leave!
I want to go somewhere new.