I want to leave this all behind,
drift away through inaction
and find myself lost in an endless
forest, a labyrinth from which I cannot
escape.

Solitude fits me far better than
any business suit could,
much more than any
engagement ring.

To tie me down to this life
would wrap a noose around my
neck,
to beat me into submission at the whipping post.

And all the while,
I cannot leave this behind,
for I cower beneath the weight of
heavy burdens brought upon
by myself,
always by myself.