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Perhaps
This Wednesday night, Dining out by myself, for the third time, this week, I sense an urgent need to escape, flee, hide, Spend my birthday, Friday, away from this city, Among strangers, not friends I've never really made.
It's all a wonder, all too inscrutable, mysterious, How, throughout our lives, society teaches us to believe That we're entitled to special dispensations Capable of warding off loneliness, a solitudinous future, And yet we end up growing old alone.
Perhaps if I drive out of town, in a rental car, Stop when its gas tank runs dry, Set down roots in some Main Street's motel and café, I'll delude myself into thinking I belong there, Forget to observe my sixty-eighth birthday,
Find that life without antecedents, histories, Free of personal encumbrances, responsibilities for others, Could be the key to earthly serenity, eternal salvation. And once there, I just might decide never to die, Rather celebrate my spirit's infinite anonymity.
04/15/09 - (2)
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