I want a simple life, the kind of life beyond the suburbs. Some place not here, a spot where "I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets...Just the beat of my own heart."

I long for the rhythm of leaves rustling. I want to feel the grass between my toes and glide through a mountain's mist.

I want to be more than virtually disconnected from everything I know. I don't want to grow old with tech.

Do I even want muncipal electricity? Water?

I want to learn to live with these two hands. I want to shower in a thunderstorm. I want to be me, not another fine product off the conveyor belt.

I don't belong in the city.

The traffic roars
The sirens scream
You look at the faces
It's just like a dream
Nobody knows where you're going
Nobody cares where you've been
...
When you said goodbye
You were on the run
Trying to get away
From the things you've done
Now you're back again
And you're feeling strange
So much has happened
But nothing has changed
You still don't know
Where you're going

-Glenn Frey