Rant poem escapism
My brain is trying to get away
From all the things I can't escape
Sometimes drifting into work, into the next things, into the world
I feel my feet twitch when I sit
When I stop and try to feel it
They shift and shake beneath me so
I really, really want to go
Held up in limbo with 1,000 plans
Maybe none of them will happen, again
Then I will sit with nothing (everything)
I will pause (freeze) and be (caught)