Moving around
And sitting,
Exercising
And bathing the itchy skin,
Feels like a cage
I’m examining,
The repetitive routines,
I seem to be stuck in;
Nevertheless, I see no alternative
But to keep looking
And keep going
On my weary way,
Through whatever it is
I’m going through,
Enjoying the scenery
Whenever there’s an opportunity;
At least that leisure
Is an option
From time to time,
In between exertions,
Regularly, throughout the day
I get to look out
From this vantage point
And notice what’s here,
And how it feels
To be here,
Which is difficult to describe
And even harder to explain;
It hurts my brain
To try to elaborate,
But I will try:
I feel closer to everything
And yet further away.
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