Walking Free

Come with me;

out of this pointless,

cynical,

drudgery.

 

I’m leaving right now.

No longer living

tied down.

Roots in the soil

were fine for a while,

but now,

it’s time to fly around.

 

I see you there;

broken,

hopeless,

and terrified.

Gleaning your meaning

with every drop

from a poisoned vine.

Trapped as a thought

in a virtual mind.

It’s time you stepped outside.

 

Come with me;

there’s no place

we couldn’t be.

Nothing that we couldn’t feel.

None of this is real.

Let’s leave right now.

 

 

HG – 2020

 

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