In escapist worlds of paper and light- it doesn’t matter which,
I can’t help but travel to the end, so invested I become.
I was trapped.
I’ll be trapped again and
I still don’t know how to fight.
I lost sight of the girl I want to be- here, in this world.
I mourn that sin.
I just want to be.
I wanted to go out and feel the way the wind rushed past,
I wanted to get done what needed to be done,
I wanted share my love.
We’re too impermanent to draw our focus from these things.
But I did.
I got trapped
In once upon a time.
For Netflix, my eternal enemy.