Another white dash equals anticipation of going somewhere you've always wanted. But I wonder, is the grass really greener? Is the air cleaner, does the sun shine brighter?
Am I always passionate, brilliant, couragious and bold there when I feel apathetic, dull, mousey and boring over here.
Is it my geographical location that is weighing me down or is it the private neighborhood of my mind that's leaving me feeling cold.
Maybe I need spring to come more then I thought, because this winter has been longer than the white dashes on Route 666.
Too long, too cold. Spring better come before I get too old.
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