sometimes it feels as if i'm outside of the world, only looking at it through a window. why is it that i have to lead a life with a future of superficial gain only to impress people whom i care the least about and could easily say the same for me. i actually had a thought of running away, to wyoming and start a life there with nothing more than my folk guitar, harmonicas, whatever money i have, a bag full of my most cherrished possesions. i want to be free, as badly as a bird would love to fly from it's cage. i would prefer to stay secluded in a small town, making a meager living from playing songs, shining shoes, wait tables, odd jobs. it's not the best life and it probably won't be great for many years. it's better than leading a life filled with just material possesions and money, after all what is any of it worth if i have no one to share it with?