Break

I’m unsure what happens
When we break free
Like grass growing through pavement

What happens when
I let go of my sensibilities
Will this ubiquitous fog dissipate?

So many follow their hearts
But live in basements
Strangled by debt and regret

While others follow their minds
And live in lofts
Strangled by doubts and inquiries
About what could have been
If they would have broken free

So I stand at an unambiguous crossroads

Irony

Breathing was never hard
I never asked my lungs to swell
Flooding themselves with precious air

Seeing was never difficult
I never forced my pupil’s dilation
My optic nerve to unwind

But no incredible inhalation
Nor a stunning sight
Could ever provide
What you already have
But drawing near to you
Is like hugging flames