these days, all i want is to go to places i never been.
see things i have never seen.
do things i have never done.
take it all in, to fill up that which is now empty.
life, as of now, is running me to the ground.
burning my fuse from both ends.
spreading me over too much..bread.
running out, of gas, of life, of connections.
where i am, i toil and gave at the tax booth.
passing back and forth.
going about the circles..of life.
gasping at, that which tenuously holds my shape.
take flight, in the gap between spaces.
into utterly true
and honest..desires.
till such time, when skies are blue; over the rainbow.
