Suffocated. 

Drenched. 

Reduced to melancholy. 

Reduced to a suffering. 

Lock step towards the trivial. 

Marching, always marching. 

Searching for a hatch, 

a flicker at the end of this bore. 

To escape, 

to breathe, 

to live. 

To taste liberation, 

to break out, 

to leave the cage at last. 

Hear the sea as it crashes, 

feel the sun as it shines, 

rest on the sandy shores. 

To loaf without sloth.

To exist without dread. 

Breathe in the air unpolluted,

smell the page’s varnish. 

Lay with the desired, 

achieve the wanted. 

Throw wide the doors, 

step into the sun, 

frolic in the infinite fields of lush.   

Be alive, be boundless.