A Desire to Become an Escape Artist

Places to go and potentially unique people that I'd like to meet.

Fuck my life, I've been stuck within the confines of Huntington Beach.

There's nothing wrong with where I live,

however staying here day after day is something that I'm progressively losing more and more shits to give.

Though I'm not quite sure where I'll be going.

Sometimes there is beauty and magic in not knowing.

Simply get on a plane or train and

make like a tree and leave.

I think I need a new location's air to breathe.

Somewhere new and definitely out of state.

A clean slate.

Not trying to say that the slate I'm on is dirty,

rather, I just don't want to be surfing the same beaches till I'm thirty.

I want to find a new place to go, write about and simply act nerdy.

Possibly even find a better set of bars with classier women to perform my tendendy of flirting.

The moral of this story is to simply write a sequal of the current one that is forming.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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