New Age Rambler

Don’t even bother speaking. Don’t ask me about how I feel today. It’s just another city. Another room of faces with no names. And I refuse to imagine a world outside this place. Just these four walls. As I wait for death’s sweet embrace. Seems all I’ve made are enemies. Who celebrate my misery. What the road gave and took away. I have everything but
what I need. You’ll find me sitting in silence. Separating myself from the talking sheep. Searching for peace in empty bars. Tell me. Am I truly free?