oppressive artificial lights
distracting most dreams
alongside ringing phones
and 500 copy paper reams
and you step out to the sun
and realize how fast it's gone
the ticking time bomb
of everyday
getting farther and farther
away
from what was
or could have been
silly squanders
of technology
or memories
could have been
tahiti
is it not odd
that the migraines
are as prominent
as my waistline
and every time i flush
i think about how much life
gets wasted
by
sticking to
stringency
and routine
to memory foam pillows
and labels facing forward
how can i release myself
from it all
and still
come 'round to spec
and know that i lived dreams
yet made a perfect home for return
words upon words
over days, months & years
pointing to
the same thing
all spent wondering
contemplating
in a cushioned nook of life
debating the safe & ripe
morsels of confirmed paths
keep this little mouse on
the safe track
but i tell you
i will
change.
