A change of scenery when you’re
young and single and wild and free
is exhilarating, thrilling, fresh, and new.
You can taste the liberation,
you can feel the wonder,
you can see possibilities at every corner.
But the sparks always fade,
the excitement vanishes,
reality sinks in, and the adrenaline dissipates.
The scenery is just scenery.
Unfamiliar, foreign, strange.
And you may be young,
and you may be wild,
and you may be free,
but you are also alone.
And a change of scenery
can’t change that.
poems.
