time to move on

sometimes it doesn't feel the world isn't big enough and things feel small

the thin lower scale of a guitar's lowest fret

is about that thickness 

that covers the land i've walked on

most of it has been taut like that

what remains is a juxtaposition jump

an impossible one whose chasm

no man can ever jump

i will never set foot 

on places no human foot has tread

my travels minuscule,

morbid pain feeds my soul's frustration 

to never have, to never see, never feel 

to die a wretched life span, cut short

measured loss, 

extinguished in the knowledge 

of minuscule time and distance spent on this globe

so much i haven't seen, felt or breathed

not going to see it 

despair's resolve;

now it doesn't matter if i do or don't

seems i've outgrown this earth

same song old song

i've seen it all with eyes of the collective conscience

literal vicariousness does it for me now

the mountains rivers and streams

oceans' creatures therein 

utter beauty epitome of truth

i've outgrown this earth

i've felt enough of the spiritual the world has to offer

the high the low the hell the heaven

seen the mountains had my fill 

climbed some, fell off some

always dreaded having to go back to the plains below

i've tumbled down valleys, 

scuffed my bones on rocks

peered in caves, had nature's thrills

could use more,

i've outgrown the world

i want a new one

universities'manifold study's plethora

corporate materialistic austerity i know them

they know me, had my fill

religions myriads philosophical political

the good, the bad, the ugly

all sorts of rule abuse misuse 

madmen sane men 

the dreams the nighmares

the give and the take

the kill and be killed

the silence the loud

the obnoxious the pleasant

the epic the dreary the sundry

mundane nothingness

the repetitious to oblivion

the shallow the deep

the wide the narrow the infinite

seen it all, nothing new under the sun

i've outgrown this planet

been there done that

collective consciousness mystical thing

the lens of truth the shadow of death

new love old love new age

same old age just new game

ah yes people beautiful creations

that's where it's at

infinite types personalities 

unpredictable outcomes

positive negative

loves, no loves 

most of the time trying 

to outrun their own shadows

met enough of them, 

shows it doesn't last

can't outrun myself either

lived them all and they lived through me

the world's gotten smaller 

i need a new one