Dousing my vagabond shoes

In a bath of crayon wax

They burn with a fierce fire

Crying to hit the pavement

Familiarity of scenery

Weighing heavier on my back

Than my chocked full pack.

Boring souls that start to occupy

Too many pieces of my space

I'm feeling it again already,

It's past due time to

Catch a train, bus, or plane

Either way, wherever it may be

It's time to make my escape

My feet were becoming too posh anyway

This is how it goes,

I start to ask the questions,

Looking for the answers that sound right

The where, the how, the when, and how long

The what-do-I-need,

What-can-I-keep,

Catching the money

And running fast, packing light,

No matter the greener pasture I find,

Another always lies in wait.