well

Well,

here I am lying in the devastation of a corporate day, flea-pit shit-hole hotel room feeling sorry and misplaced with the smell of drains reminding me of someplace else and wishing I was home if I knew what that was, other than it isn't this and upsetting the neighbours with the Roses on my phone and thought I'd share some garbage that flopped in the dirt elsewhere. Whatever.

Borne along on hope and dreams,
reality entangles me - imprisons me it seems.

Surveying the clutter of this place
I yearn for the simplicity and space I used to know.

Integrity has fallen to contingency.
Pragmatism hits me like a wave
and I feel the weight of clay upon my grave.

We move into the darkest days.
Summer seems a life away,
but August and escape will surely come.

I close my eyes, appreciate the fix.

Find myself riding on a highway, unenclosed.
Mountaintops to left and right,
sun behind to chase away the night,
Babel lies beneath the clouds.

On every mountaintop a road appears.
Transcendental invitation,
screaming out that every destination is a dream
and every dream is hope.

Like I said.