Past Old West

Sometimes, well ok right now, I'm wondering why do I live the way I do. I haven't been proximatically close to any of my close friends since high school. I've not met any girls that I've given any serious consideration to as far as dating for just as long. I'm living and have lived in places where either there was nothing for miles to do (the ranch) or where the only people I know are relatives. And now to top all that anti-socialism, I have plans to travel the world alone for the next who knows how long. Anyhow some poems to go.

Acquinted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain-and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

-Frost

Escape

I want to go where nobody knows me
Where silence lasts for hours
Where questions are seldom asked

I want to see far away places
Discover whats hidden deep within
To watch sunsets and sunrises
Feel rough wood and smooth stone

I want to disappear from the world
Get lost without caring
Wandering endless streets

The familier feels strange
Normal is gone

-Eric