Sleep On The Floor

the landing place

undetermined,

the port of call

unknown,

which path to take

a mystery,

the fellow traveler

an enigma,

each day a maze 

of twisted alleys

where the only constant

is tomorrow -

tomorrow

and all of its uncertainties;

and you -

you who makes 

it all worthwhile.

Pack yourself a toothbrush dear
Pack yourself a favorite blouse
Take a withdrawal slip
Take all of your savings out
'Cause if we don't leave this town
We might never make it out