Changing

My changing landscape
must mellow out a bit
need an escape
head full to the hilt

Trying to be philosophical
and remain logical
life has its own map
things will fall into my lap

hunger for the big, wide yonder
to many thoughts to ponder
claustrophobia setting in
wish I could go wandering

I’ll stop looking for short cuts
stop with the ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’
won’t jump in with two feet
let destiny give me a treat