Ziplock Bags

And we will head out into oblivion
Head first with our eyes closed raising our hands.
We will need no light and the T.V. will not be on
because we will remember what they told us
"the revolution will not be televised."
We will remember that we forgot to lock the door
but we will not care if they steal our shit
because it never meant much to us anyways.
Days will be hazy but memories will be sealed
shut in a plastic ziplock bag
that way we can keep them fresh in time for spring.
We might get lost along the way
but we'll always find our way back
because I paid a lot for this stupid compass.

I'll let you know when its time to sleep
and you'll tell me that I need to eat
that is what friends do for each other.
I thought that maybe we might get lucky
and stumble upon a pet along the way.
We'll name him Gratch
I like that name because a charachter in my favorite
fantasy book named his pet Gratch
and I remember that he was awesome.
There may a possibility that Gratch
could learn to talk if we taught him.

We can tell each other stories as we walk along the road
as we reminisce of our childhood days when
we cared far less than we did
about all this useless shit,
and we will remember that we will always be Jr. High
no matter what we think.
I'll know how much you despised your older brother
and how you wish now that he was still alive.
And you will know that I never knew my mother
which should explain why I am the way I am.
To pass the days we can make up our own language
and I think that will be fun to do
because I already called dibs on the curse words.

After a few months
we will realize that this journey is a bit boring
Roads will get repetitive
our food will get stale
and we will run out of interesting stories to tell each other.
Maybe you will get sick of my constant need for attention
and I will hate giving you piggy back rides every 10 minutes.
Our feet will be too tired to walk,
and our backs will ache with road sores.
The ziplock bag will probably tear open
and our memories will get spoiled
well before we make it into spring.
Gratch will die from the lack of nutrition
and we will bury him along the road
constructing a memorial for the first ever talking pet
but no one will believe that we taught him how to talk
but we will always know that he did and he was awesome.
The language we made up
will be used strictly for vulgarity
and it will only be heard as bitterness
in the diction of our voices
Our compass will break
and we will get lost while we go in circles
trying to find our way home

Then when we feel we can't take it anymore and our patience is at its end
we will go back home
turn on the TV
to find out that the damn revolution was televised all along.
No one stole our shit
And the lights were on the whole time
But we will not worry too much
Because I know that soon enough
we will be making new plans
restocking our old bags
and getting back on the road.
Because this is what friends like to do
only this time we will make sure to bring a sturdier ziplock.