the streets buzzing with tourists and outsiders
taking over our city with their suburban bravado.
i choose to remain in the coolness of my home.
away from society - a voluntary banishment.
with an aching void and a punishing responsibility,
a freedom not taken for granted, but neglected.
aimless and without passion.
hopeless and without ambition.
helpless and without provision.
falling from great heights with no hope of return,
i pray for a calling, a mission, or a path.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
the streets buzzing with tourists and outsiders
taking over our city with their suburban bravado.
i choose to remain in the coolness of my home.
away from society - a voluntary banishment.
with an aching void and a punishing responsibility,
a freedom not taken for granted, but neglected.
aimless and without passion.
hopeless and without ambition.
helpless and without provision.
falling from great heights with no hope of return,
i pray for a calling, a mission, or a path.
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