another cold night
walking that line
bike path, dim and dreary
road: never-ending
solitary
like a hamster on a wheel
my mind toils
money, progress.
the norms
why do i defy them?
i can't breathe.
a house on the hill?
or a tent inside the forest?
priorities.
i'm dizzy.
there's a hole, somewhere...
my soul hurts.
fill it with a run
stuff it with a bike
and ignore
til it comes back around
depression, the ulcer
what is this "normal"?
and why can't i find it
i'm always almost there
but never close enough
never close enough
krp
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