More often than not
a point comes in life
when you want to step out of it.
Peace is an awkward rush,
solitude crowded
and you feel like
crossing the yellow line
to actually see where the final
act would play itself.
You can’t plan a long way out
with a cut up heart,
renal rundown
and failing legs
you also can’t come over your dream
that takes you
long way away from this humdrum
of doing something
and being of some use
in this useless living.
