Stopping to Smell the Roses

Once open to the world

Now sealed in a box

Losing my grip on reality

I stop.

Realizing my relapse

Back into the cave

Action must be taken

I run.

Escaping the binds of time

Racing against the clock

My home blazing behind me

I brake.

What I need is not speed

As I prepare to go.

I need to face this world

Devotedly and slow.