Wrong turns in the road. Standing there, looking, but still, not seeing.

By midday I’m

Day dreaming

of being no where

being with no one at all.

Deceiving myself

that if I left from here

I’d find something more.

Sitting in the kitchen

Closed the door

Daydreaming of being, no where at all.

I’ve closed the windows

shut the shutters

trying to keep out all else

to find out what matters.

The refrigerator buzzes, and a light comes from it.

And a queer yearning invites me, to close myself in.

As the space gets smaller

And I feel frustration

My mind comes back to me

And my will for deviation.

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