And we will head out into oblivion
With our eyes closed and fists raised.
We will need no light and the TeleVision will not be on:

“The revolution will not be televised.”

We will forget to lock the door but not for lack of trying.
Days will be hazy but memories will be sealed
in a plastic ziplock bag keeping them fresh in time for spring.
We might get lost along the way but we’ll always find our way back

(I found a compass on the side of the road.
The Stray compass that found us as much as we found it
And in it’s wisdom guides us along the journey)

I’ll let you know when its time to sleep and you’ll tell me that I need to eat
because that is what friends do for each other.
We can tell each other stories as we walk along the road
and reminisce on our childhood days when
we cared far less than we did about all this useless shit,
and we will remember that we will always be Jr. High
no matter what we believe.

(Along the way we met Gratch.
The stray dog that found us, just as much as we found him.
And in his wisdom he guides us along the journey)

I’ll come to discover how much you despised your older brother
and how you wish now that he was still alive.
And you will know that I never knew my mother
And that I would do anything to see what color her eyes were.
To pass the days we can make up our own language
And learn how to communicate through noise, retelling each others stories
In our made up tongue.

The Road gets weary,
As we begin to tire under the monotony of the days.
Roads will get repetitive our food will get stale
and we will run out of interesting stories to tell each other.
Our feet will be too tired to walk,
and our backs will ache with road sores.
The ziplock bag will tear open losing its seal
and our memories will get spoiled well before we make it into spring.

(Gratch will die from the lack of nutrition
and we will bury him along the road with a memorial; Here lies Gratch)

Our created language transforms into obscenities
and it will be heard as bitterness in the diction of our voices

(Our Compass will break as we circle around the only place we actually need to be)

Then when we feel we can’t take it anymore and our patience is at its end
we will go back home, turn on the TV to discover:

“The television has been revolutionized”

And that will be all we need to remember:
And soon enough you will find us there;
making new plans
restocking our old bags
and getting back on the road. Because that is what lovers do.
Only this time we will make sure to bring a sturdier ziplock.