I can do things
M o r e  than  these,
But my will has been
Refusing these past few years.
R e d u n d a n c y is killing me.
I am just a form, finding its' substance.

All I know is
I need to be on the same cycle,
Same pacing and same struggles
Of the people around me. .
Or else I will lost the way they are tracing so graciously. .

My happiness resides on the smallest things, but the world is asking me
To be bigger than this. .

Keeping myself interested
In life
Is one of my priorities.
And now, I wonder

*What's next for me?

A      s t ro n g   g r i p
Will   s u r e ly   h u r t. .

It's a   m  a  z  e   we're solving.
I've always seen the way out.
But let's just say, I ignored it
To play this game with you,
To spend time knowing (you),
How strategic you can be.
But I end up losing time. . .
Time, I should have spent
O u t s i d e  this crazy box.
And somehow, I've been imagining
Seeing the ends of your eyes
Always looking at me.
Hmm, might be wrong with that evil smirk!
This is a   l e t t e r   I'm shooting to the sky
In jet planes, clouds as ink.
So. . Look up! :

"  I     J U S T   G O T    O U T . "

*PS. I'm wondering till now, if you've also seen the exit all this time. . XO