It's a part of me
Engrained
Injected
Enforced
And Inscribed on my psyche
These languid thoughts
Of running or living
Of flying and freeing
They are just thoughts
Nothing more
They could never be more
Even though their active counterparts
Their reality is standing
Just outside the door and I can feel it
The pulsating heartbeat of possibility
I could do what I said I would do
I could leave it all and pack up and go
I could
But I won't
And you know that I won't
Because these are the words
Nothing but words
That give me the room
To just manage a breath
In the raging mealstrome
Or more accurately
A break from the rowing
The unending rowing
In these eternal doldrums
A prayer for a breath
Just a gasp of wind
Let the sails fill for a second
Let there be movement and strength
But I cannot live there
I am too responsible
To throw down my paddles
And let the sea carry them
But the madness of these latitudes
Is becoming kind of old
And my pathetic platitudes
Won't save our souls
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