nobody going nowhere

I miss crawling out of the little window
on the second floor
back against the house
eye on the door
socks dressed our hands
in December
to keep us warm
and no cars drove by
on the lonely pennsylvania back roads
the windey roads that would take nobody
nowhere

I miss
watching smoke rise and curl,
then disappear
like anybody from around that part of town
that thought they were going anywhere
because sticking around
leaves most with minds just as bare
as the lonely pennsylvania back roads
the windey roads that take nobody
nowhere

I miss the ease of
being nobody
with no direction
I miss the peace
of knowing that
there is no such thing
as a wrong turn
when you are on the lonely pennsylvania back roads
the windey roads that take nobody
nowhere

 

This makes me think back to when I could go somewhere and get "lost" without a worry in the world.