Nomad

Confined spaces where the mind is cramped
From being unallowed to unrobe and stretch.
I'm restless but weary,
Relentless and fading,
My fingernails still grasping the edge.

I rehearse preconceived limitations
Fencing in every surface on earth.
And cannot join company
With any singularity
Perchance my dispassion becomes evident.

So I'll drive
Cursing red lights.
I just want to be anywhere but here.
Perhaps misery does love company,
But sadness fancies solitary.