Out. 

A slit in time is all it takes

To catch a breath out of this place. 

I might not even shed a tear,

When choosing to leave or just stay here. 

Will I ever come to peace, 

with my life of such good ease.

The sun sets again, another day is gone,

I’ll reach out when I know the path I’m on.

These twisted turns of my own thoughts,

makes my stomach churn into knots. 

And if I walk through these veins of mine, 

a street abandoned will it be or a hopeful vine?