away for a while

by alexander johnny

going hiking tomorrow.

need to get away from the touristy towns.
need to get away from the eggs an’ bacon
with a side a burnt toast and all the diners an’ dives with the wasted lives.
need to get away from the roads,
the cars an’ people for a while.
when i say people,
i mean the jailers, the thieves, the lawyers, an’ liars,
the long-winded naysayers with crooked smiles.

a solitude rewinds back to the roots of my trek.
go into the open wild and realize i say.
realize change spiritually, mentally and physically.
the others only entrap with their claims of “today’s” society being all that there is and ever will be.
a man cannot believe that and still go on
pretending to enjoy that life.
i am here, and not there. free.