Becoming Abandon

Four walls crush 

barely recognizing the reflection that stares

longing for the fat a cushy existence has brought

to burn with the binding responsibilities 

another morning brings

Freedom

is hunting with the wolves

no place to call home

open air, open eyes

open life

with only your bones and wit as companions

new faces, new place

no cage around what should be free

will

guilt would linger at first

then a home would be made in the dirty blanket

that is loneliness

fleeting moments with strangers a staple in this life

I will create

like many do when it all becomes too much 

and you become reckless abandon