Mind Traveler

I flip through pictures
of places I've never been
and never will go
for I am doomed
with the personality
of curiosity
and want to travel
but held
by the walls
stopping me from
going to locations
across the Atlantic
across the country
to the poles
and the very center
the equator
but the very center
for me
will always be
this little town
with its cursed
road running straight through
the road that runs without bounds
past the pine forests that I've always known
the Victorian houses that have have never known
that though I love them, they will always be a symbol
of my greatest desire, and my worst enemy, though the road
gets longer and longer, I cannot travel on it, for I am the one who is trapped
trapped in this town of nobodies and everybodies, of people and monsters
because though the road is long and the cars drive fast
the road is short for me
for I have nowhere
nowhere
I can go.