My Wrong Turn at Big Brother's Place

For the first time in three days, my host had cause to worry,

Though two days ago he jumped the gun,

and then he wasn't around to ignore this one.

For the first time in a week, I slipped my tether,

To stop being on a schedule, and just be wherever.

For the first time in this month, I went exploring,

Which, though not always planned, is never boring.

For the first time in three months, I got lost–
One of the few parts of a year that taste like freedom.