There was nothing to do
In this one-horse town
Maybe sit in the square
Watch the grass grow out of the ground.
He felt so restless
His testosterone was teeming
Wanting to travel, or to write
Seeking life's deeper meaning.
He had found a copy
Of "Catcher In The Rye"
Read it several times
Each time he finished..he'd cry.
It spoke to his heart
To his time, his life
All his emotions, his feelings
Confusion and strife.
One road came into town
The other went out
Though he felt the need to leave
The boy in him still felt doubt.
What would he ever find
When he started traveling out there
What would happen to this town
Would he know, or even care.
He'd lay in bed at night
And listen to the passing train
Thinking if he'd leave
It would somehow ease his pain.
( end part 1 )

(c)2010 T. LaFountain