You know these windows and walls
can only hold me back so long.
These accommodations,
fine as they are,
will not be the sort that will prove enough
to satisfy
in the long run.

Eventually, I will choose to adapt
to a different lifestyle,
and may opt for a life on the run.
I’ll go somewhere else,
somewhere further afield
and not come back to where I come from
not for a long, long time.
Not ’til I’m done.

There are places to see,
people to meet.
Odds to cheat,
monarchs to greet
to whom I really ought to beat feet.

Perhaps it’s time to go already.
I do believe I’ve already outstayed my welcome.
I thought you for your hospitality,
but I think it’s time to go.

No reason to put a mint on the pillow
or anything more.
Do let the state now
I thank them for their welcome,
but I’m afraid it’s time to bid adieu.

Next time, perhaps.