"Vacation, time to get away..."
Endless repetition and routine will slowly bury me, and I will never again say, "This is it, and this is where I will stay because I'm afraid to take a chance."
And I'm not sure how, but...
Somewhere in all this comes the swallowing of the idea that we are not chained to digging holes in the ground we've walked on for too long -- maybe somewhere comes the feeling that we could be anywhere, do anything, and that it's not so impossible after all... my glimmering dying light in the mines of the things that keep me barely breathing (only) the air close to ground like apnea without ever sleeping. We'll fade away from them in darkness, and maybe someday blind the world.
And I'm not sure how, but...
Somewhere in all this comes the swallowing of the idea that we are not chained to digging holes in the ground we've walked on for too long -- maybe somewhere comes the feeling that we could be anywhere, do anything, and that it's not so impossible after all... my glimmering dying light in the mines of the things that keep me barely breathing (only) the air close to ground like apnea without ever sleeping. We'll fade away from them in darkness, and maybe someday blind the world.