I have run away repeatedly—
Run away, since my teens,
To the world and from my family,
Society, humanity. But this body—
I can’t survive, can’t even last
Long in pure world, or mostly world,
And so always I’m left a forced choice—
Death or return to the bosom
Of society, again, contractually. So far,
I’ve always come back to society,
Although once I did choose death,
But even then, the world rejected me.
So now I linger and loiter the waysides
And peripheries, remaining in sight
Of the world, still in reach of society.