Searching for Contentment In Connecticut

the countryside continues to bleed further into the distance
stretching the canvas in all four dimensions
with highways longer than late-night philosophies
I began to lament my lack of contentment
while over-analyzing my faults in a post-show funk
amplified by intense democratic anxieties
I now see my recurring mawkish remonstrations
in a context more befitting my expanding vagrant aperture
with fear sending me flying forth into the frigid north
where my eccentricities multiply into stereotypes
I slowly start to steer my thoughts through vision not revision
reminding my mind to fully focus on a fortunate future
not one dictated by an inherited parochial dystopia
but one born of a burning drive intent on actualizing my aspirations