It appears to be her monotone routine. Walking along her coveted path but a diversion hounds her to take a detour. Of all the diversions that could deflect her from her route, it had to be expectations that changes the course for her. Like aiming headshot at the target, being ignorant as the ricocheting bullet flies right back at you. Running away is all she has done. In the long run, it feels like she’s been dreaming the entire time. Her subconsciousness is lying on the field of green grass gazing at the shimmering stars, pondering the absence of the moon forevermore. It doesn’t occur to her that she’s been lost all this time and there’s no moon in daydreams. It’s time that world awakes. It’s time she stops running away and faces her obstacles head on. Funny, this black cloud of thoughts lingers on top of your head before the commencement of the New Year.
On a treadmill is my inquietude,
Euphoria of liberty — I crave.
Pondering, dreaming, procrastinating.
Besides that, nix!
Waiting for this nightmare to end.