If I could just rip open my chest,
Release the butterflies—
I would soar over this chair,
Never look back,
Or live blank in a stare.
I would ooze—
See all that is pent up
Travel out of its cage
And revel at how long
I wandered that maze.
The screens would vanish
And the voidance of reality
Wouldn’t be a sermon In my ears,
But forever a line I crossed
In order to live past what I’ve lost.
It’s always time for a change,
But it’s never on the agenda for today,
I want to walk out that door
And never live a minute
Where I forget the need to explore.
