If only we could take these special moments and pack them away. But that would then make us addicts, right? 

Visitor: “C’mon man!”

Resident: “Hey I told you to take a left. I didn’t say how far in the house was from the driveway.”

And they asked why? 

Why so alone? 

Why so afraid? 

Why so elusive to ceremonies which include Cabernet toasts? 

“I pity the soul that pursues happiness,” I replied. 

“I pity the soul that collaborates with an eternal date. 

I pity the soul that never lost itself in something it wrote. 

I pity the soul that never wrote.” 

They asked why, not because of fortitude in a belief. 

They asked why because they could not understand how I appeared apart, unaided, unaccompanied but still at peace. 

Buried in a state I know all too well…and I’m not asking for help.

Your surroundings eagerly await you

They think we’ve moved borders because 

Popular demanded us to,

but quite the contrary. 

I’ve chosen to stand for 

the man that can no longer stand

because his supports were literally 

taken from his hands. 

So imagine, if you will, a world where all of this wasn’t real. 

And we never had to work to please or 

dress to please or 

learn to please or

act to please or 

pretend that we speak proper fluently. 

Now take your imagination and go

because I’m halfway there. 

It’s that point that society wishes death upon

but I personally don’t care if you stare. 

I’ll poetically pose in this prose while you turn up your nose to 

what you’re of no use to. 

Forget who they think you are and it’s you that you’ll be. 

Be freely committed until truth stares you back. 

Slack: 

It’s that lack of effort into a being which is exact. 

You can look down on us, 

but it’s in you where you’re trapped.