I suppose I could suggest a time frame,
the time it takes to drive across the state of
mind, water, fuel, warmth, notion,
a sedentary reality
some might label an escape
yet step inside and recognize
the vacuum,
the loss of empathy,
the terror within our own desire to
respond.
I suppose I could stand up and walk away
in my head that seems right,
a solution, a purpose, a reason,
well, reasonable interpretation I suppose,
yet, we are all able to wonder,
I just myself wander rather then
decide upon a solution.
In the meantime I can watch the seconds
go by without effort to discover
motivation.
I am sick,
yet by society, that entity determines purpose,
we all have a certain responsibility
so the time does not allow our unhealthy
reality to permeate the world around us.
Instead we cry,
we attempt some semblance of
passion,
we want to battle ahead and reduce our
depression.
Tomorrow I will walk through crowds of ignorance
non one realizing that if only I might, given the chance.