nomadic wisdom

i was talking with a girl in a bar and she said something that stuck to me.

"wisdom lies in traveling," or something along those lines. it was one of those mundane conversations where all of a sudden there is an epiphany staring you in the face. and it never leaves you alone again.

and i take her words to heart. not that i believe every wandering nomadic hobo has lessons to impart. but you should at least try to listen to the hobo, he may tell you something very important, like to watch out for that truck.

[insert poetic reference to rebirth]

[insert obvious philosophical statement]

and so the time has come for me to part

[inset cliche about taking the path less traveled by]

the contractions of destiny have begun to push me out of the [czech] womb that has been my [safe] haven

[insert referral to lessons learned]

no longer will a graciously take what is forced into me through my umbilical chord

[insert assertion of freedom]

life is too long to remain in the womb and the amniotic fluid begins to stagnate.

rot sets in.

and like a recently expelled fetus

i will cry my lungs raw.

[insert new job]

and my soul will be silenced once more.