Dying by choice beats shopping in town

I am too comfortable
Within these walls
Where terror and fun
Once were visitors

Door stands solid
Pictures on walls
Television new
Hot water hot

I feel no need to write
There are no impediments
No doubts nor pains
My time has been

Where danger lurked
Now, I’m smiling
Keen to be helpful
And pleasant it’s true

How long can it last
How long can I stand it
Where is my muse
Wrapped-up, sodden, in shame

Do I accept this
And work in an office
Do I accept this and try
To fit in

Or do I reverberate
Like thunder in mountains
Wreaking my soul
On the rocks down below

Drip in the valleys
Mist on the moorland
Running down pebbles
Sinking in peat

Chill on the shoulders
Taste of the berries
Swim in the brackish
And drown in my heat