Getting lost in a peaceful bliss
Feeling the touch of ethereal slumber
A lightness not found on Earth
Heaviness without weight or girth
The world is in tatters
As if any of that matters
People will pay pretty pence to live like mad hatters
The longing to take a step off that ladder….
To hit tire shaken pavement
To burn it down and ask where it all went
Stability for the shaken
Solitude for the solemn
Sound for the speechless
Surrender for the soldiers
Who goes full throttle,
when you can capture the past in a bottle?
Fact to concede to the calm….
Fatigue to carve out the comatose…..
~Austin R Ryan