And maybe I’ll go all by myself. Jump in the car, take to the highway and follow where I may until the view comes into view and I’m pleased with what I see. Maybe I’ll do what I once wanted to do and see the rest of the country, see what I haven’t seen, see something other than me. Fading fast, but it’s what they say, nothing ever lasts, but if I could just keep the boredom from seeping through, if I could just forget about myself, I could do or be anything. Constantly distracted by everything else, I can’t find the want or the time to better myself. Temporary fulfillment is wearing off. I think my biggest problem is not having anyone else to relate to and feeding only from myself.