Shake The Dis-Ease

I'd rather be walking through the desert naked, yes naked, smelling my own flesh toasting in the sun.
I'd rather be touring the Motown museum, learning the history and feeling the ghosts.
I'd rather be walking downtown enjoying the smell of donuts and fighting with myself not to buy some.
I'd rather be swimming in the ocean, fearful of the nearby shark and hoping that i'm not bleeding from some orafice.
I'd rather be running around my neighborhood with cotton in my ears to stave of the pain.
I'd rather be talking to a friend, not about work, but about music or movies or something meaningless and enjoyable.
I'd rather be in Tokyo, pretending that i'm having a good time, but really just being scared to death of ninjas.
I'd rather be in my car travelling down Route 66, even though it's just truckers and coffee shops.
I'd rather be behind a piano trying to convince myself that i can get a decent sound out of it.
I'd rather be drinking a 40, in the back of a van, at 3 in the morning, after a terrible show in L.A.
I'd rather be asleep and the hard-wood floor of someone I don't know, dreaming of blogging.
I'd rather be at a Mexican Swap Meet trying on Sombreros, looking for just the right fit.
I'd rather be playing my drums in a band that doesn't suck with nobody telling me what to hit and what not to hit.
I'd rather be in a classroom learning how to paint with just the color blue.
I'd rather be walking the streets from my old house to my old school listening to my old walkman thinking about my old crush.
I'd rather be riding my bike through the woods as long as it was a flat and easy trail and I had a granola bar in my back pocket.
I'd rather be showering under a waterfall that was fed by an indoor pool at a temperature of 79 degrees.
I'd rather be listening to something that makes me feel like I felt the first time I heard the Stone Roses.
I'd rather be not watching the clock.
I'd rather be in Stockholm on a boat, in the summertime.
I'd rather be tossing the frisbee anywhere that I could find someone to throw it back.
I'd rather be walking along the Great Wall of China and thinking to myself, "this shit takes forever!"
I'd rather be fed tea and oranges that come all the way from China.
I'd rather be watching a movie with my girl, in bed, with the covers pulled up to our necks.
I'd rather be building spaceships and trucks outta Legos with my little baby boy.
I'd rather be anywhere other than here, so I'm leaving now.