EXIT

Locked inside a rubik’d system.

Stifled within a dank box.

Treading crazy in a mindless pattern,

a 9 to 9 routine,

a dusk to dawn regime.

Is there life within? Is the passion still alive? Does the soul still live? And love?

A moment of clarity on a crazy Monday says yes.

My days don’t work its way towards an approving nod.

My hours don’t sweat for shiny recognition.

My feet don’t walk the length of an empty airport just to get to another empty airport.

The power brunches,

the Friday lunches

and the Monday meetings.

Don’t stir me.

I believe. I know.

That stepping out of this circle brings me freedom.

I listen.

To myself. To the universe.

There are glimmers of light when I find myself.

There are moments of sanity when I hear myself.

There are nights when I sleep knowing the soul is calmed.

There are days when I live pattern-less.

Times when a destination is unexpected. But welcome.

Moments when I recognize life is yin and yang.

Black and white.

Soft and sharp.

Light and night.

And between this I know,

I find a balance with just one step –

Through the exit door.