Away

Break out, away, if even only for a day.
Stress is not your friend, nor is temptation.
Nor are such things strictly your declination.
Dream an interesting life, and try to sieze on.
Know perspective as the elusive bitch
You were warned about.

Were deranged folk ever such true geniuses,
Or a stroke of bad luck when you are they?
When we slip through the a.m. threads, and
Think, tap, click, but forget our resolve,
We burn down slowly in wasted cycles.
Ruts by themselves rarely decay.