thoughts incomplete

sitting on the coach

flitting across the

landscape

another lone escape

another journey 

inwards and outwards

hopefully towards 

something...

I listen to camera obscura
as I leave the city behind

'you're not a teenager

so don't act like one'

still that same bum

is staring back at me

through the window

i'm still eighteen
 i'm still making

a beautiful mess of things

but with my rucksack at my feet

and possibilities in my head

i will not let myself be misled

by thoughts incomplete..