Not the right trip
Warm summer air wrapped in cool wind,
Surrounded by night
Surrounded me.
I loved the way it felt,
But I hated the way I felt.
I walked outside after they started screaming again,
Just to possibly escape that sound.
To escape that sound, I run to the woods
No one will note my empty chair.
A wave of worry hits me, thinking there might be someone in the woods
Why, though? There wouldn’t be anyone out there.
Before worrying myself anymore, I dart down the hill
Do I even have shoes on? Doesn’t matter.
Feeling every acorn press into my foot,
Every step, all the way down the hill.
Completely slipping my mind,
The massive roots of the oak tree snuck up on me - or I actually snuck up on them.
Without even realizing it, I tripped on them
Caught my foot just about as fast as I was running.
I put my hands on the ground to push myself back up
Only to find a jagged twig scrape my hand.
I was already facing the woods
But felt uninspired to go on.
Just standing there for a few moments,
In the warm summer air mixed with cool wind, brushing on my bare legs
What was I going to do?
Run into the woods or just stand there?
While my mind echoed
I heard the back door come open
Too slow. I didn’t even get to make up my mind.
The sound of the hinge on the backdoor made up my mind for me.
I wasn’t going into the woods.
I was going to walk back up to the shed and pretend I was looking for something.
I tripped over the lawn mower in the shed, because it was dark
The darkness was my excuse.
My cover.
That was my story and I’m sticking with it,
As unbelievable as it sounds
Tripping over the lawn mower wouldn’t leave marks like that though
Why would I even be in the shed in the first place?
None of it made any sense, really.
As bad as it hurt to bust my knees from tripping over the tree roots
What hurt worse was that no one questioned my absence.
Surrounded by night
Surrounded me.
I loved the way it felt,
But I hated the way I felt.
I walked outside after they started screaming again,
Just to possibly escape that sound.
To escape that sound, I run to the woods
No one will note my empty chair.
A wave of worry hits me, thinking there might be someone in the woods
Why, though? There wouldn’t be anyone out there.
Before worrying myself anymore, I dart down the hill
Do I even have shoes on? Doesn’t matter.
Feeling every acorn press into my foot,
Every step, all the way down the hill.
Completely slipping my mind,
The massive roots of the oak tree snuck up on me - or I actually snuck up on them.
Without even realizing it, I tripped on them
Caught my foot just about as fast as I was running.
I put my hands on the ground to push myself back up
Only to find a jagged twig scrape my hand.
I was already facing the woods
But felt uninspired to go on.
Just standing there for a few moments,
In the warm summer air mixed with cool wind, brushing on my bare legs
What was I going to do?
Run into the woods or just stand there?
While my mind echoed
I heard the back door come open
Too slow. I didn’t even get to make up my mind.
The sound of the hinge on the backdoor made up my mind for me.
I wasn’t going into the woods.
I was going to walk back up to the shed and pretend I was looking for something.
I tripped over the lawn mower in the shed, because it was dark
The darkness was my excuse.
My cover.
That was my story and I’m sticking with it,
As unbelievable as it sounds
Tripping over the lawn mower wouldn’t leave marks like that though
Why would I even be in the shed in the first place?
None of it made any sense, really.
As bad as it hurt to bust my knees from tripping over the tree roots
What hurt worse was that no one questioned my absence.