what is it about this urge to
deviate from the desk routines
of a working class life?
why would i rather daydream
about impossible realities
where i sit on cruise ships,
ride on air ballons, and
sleep on the shores of tropical
islands.

myself and almost everyone
else, i think. we arrive at work,
no matter what we do or what
we wear, and though there
can be a smile on our face,
i think most would rather be
free from the bounds of
material obligations and being
the slave to debt and creditors.

nothing romantic about owing
money. i would rather cheat
and be free than be honest and
depressed. my mind can't
be purchased even while
at the golden gates of judgment.

we are free inside, ultimately,
waiting to realize this door,
and then left to explore the
possibilities for the rest of
our conscious afterlives.

there is the now and how
easily we find ourselves
caught in patterns cut out
from our childhood and our
later habits.

i feel comfortable using
the we along with the i,
because i'm not exceptional
and everyone else is not
normal to a standard that
really does not exist.

we have fun in the smallest
percentage, and instead spend
most of our energy remaining
calm in the moment.

do i advocate, or does life
hold something back, until
we break bonds, until we
run free and naked out
in a field we have never
seen?

discussions are helpful
but repeating words is
wasteful.

no more words for now.

 
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