Leaving the World

When I was little, it seemed I was always leaving. Everything was new. I never returned to the same place twice. Now that I've been everywhere, it's blase. Oh, Italy again? Please, that was back in '74, it'll take something a little more refreshing to get an eyebrow raise out of me. These past few years have seen nothing but returning. To bolster some interest, a friend casually joked that death will be a first for me. But not, it is only a return to non-life. *sigh* The only leaving this world for me would be to perhaps visit Mars someday. I've been to the moon twice already.