Break

Space is only an illusion,
At the party on the rocks,
Where work is withered,
And sleep is fleeting.

Yet the world cannot be monotone,
And so here I pack my bags,
And I say farewell to you and you.
As I descend the jagged steps.

This place has held me free.
Obligations melted into soup.
The ceiling fan never stopped flicking.
In circles above my head, I was dazed.

And like the shell of a blanket,
This protection is not real,
I realize the end when the stars haul in the sun.
It’s sad, but it’s not the end, I promise.

Now, I must travel away from here.
My life continues elsewhere.
But I have learned a valuable lesson.
It’s not where you are.

It’s who you’re with.