Separate me from the city lights
I have no urge
To seek the fuss of people. Treading around
As ants, programmed to find a degree, job, family.
What if I'm not interested.
Depleted from running after my achievements.
Ambition falling out of place,
As the old board title
On the shop downtown.
Mute and blind, is the mind
Eroded by ants' footsteps
Scuffing the pavement for success.
I need a distraction of it all,
Disruption of stress smoke exhausts.
A Deliberate abduction,
Willed alienation,
Peace.
