Constantly, I feel like I'm not a constant in many people's lives.
It's the Amtrak, Megabus, and (most notably) Greyhound trips that make this so
And when I think I've found a home
My bed explodes
My bathroom vanishes
Anything I could've owned becomes no more
So it's back to the road
When you can do anything in the world
Options seem like a very constricting fate
No one giving you directions
Just you and a school computer
Printing out your next destination
Tickets and transfers and layovers
I can't even go buy a drink legally to sift my thoughts through these travels
Constantly, I don't feel like a constant in other people's lives
Constantly
Later Days, Longer Nights
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