I have this persistent, gnawing feeling of listlessness brought on by my sudden need to move on. I feel like somehow, this is only as far as I could go. No more, No less. I'm happy but not really content and being the greedy little fucktard that I am, I feel like I'm missing something. Something that I could never get if I stay.
I guess what I'm saying is that what if I could be happier somewhere else? Maybe I wanted more than being content in this quaint little lifestyle I'm used to. More than being happy, I want glory, I want meaning, I want change. I want to know I'm going somewhere, not running around in circles and playing fetch with the white nepotists.
If only loyalty is enough to sustain the vagrant in me,
Damn straight.
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