Do I retreat into a wailing wall
where bliss can only be found up against the wall?
And I’m surrounded…
Walls,
Ceilings,
Floors.

Surrounded and cut off from the life that lies outside.

And it’s a hard time coming,
and I’m tired.

Tired of all this lack of existence;
Tired of the life that is outside there
from which I’ve been cut off.

So I’ll take it to the streets one more time,
I’ll take to the trails,
I’ll take it out and take it where I want to go
Where I want to be…

Miles and miles away from here.