Stationary

All around me life is passing me by reminding me again of the stationary life I have drunkenly chosen.

I want to be free!

I want to be free!

Did I choose this? 

Subtly over time become anchored to normalcy? 

When did I become blind? 

When did I loose sight?

Its like a disease lying dormant, never knowing its there but all the time draining life out of you.

I want to be free!

I want to be free!

Now Im stage four walking dead.

Stuck in the mire, trying to move forward but its weight pains every step.

Never knowing when I will fall but all the time stumbling.

The mire defines me, caked to every inch of skin.

I want to be free!

I want to be free!