When a man is called by the road, there’s nothing in this world to rescue him. The same old town seems so horribly ordinary that it’s lost its appeal. People tell him the same story once and again, and his mind flies beyond the horizon.
So why doesn’t he flee? There’s always an excuse behind each limitation, and in modern society we’ve learnt how to worry about money, work, time and we have that strange feeling things would go wrong if we’re not here.
Should he be certain that there will always be a place called home, he would depart on an iron horse never to return.
Daily Prompt: Too Big To Fail