Imperfectly, it started. Rustic, not
It is all not about me, I need
To learn that lesson and move on.
I conjure up old memories and
New insults. I overreact, in
Anger and despair; shedding tears.
I want to run, escape this
Human jungle. Faraway into
All I need is a day of peace, a
Routine without sadness, a
Home to relax in
A soul space of escape
Untethered. But, in the midst of
them humans, Ambitiously greedy?