I’ll turn the table upside down.
I’ll face the couch towards the wall.
I’ll yank a pen out of my heart
and draw myself a path to crawl;
A path away from the abode
that is too lifeless and too dull,
and that’s held me in too long
like thoughts locked in a prison-skull.
I will emerge in timeless land
and explore the melodies I find.
I’ll climb the trees, and swim the lakes,
and forget the dead place left behind.
