Rewrite the routine,
It leaves a soul black and blue.
Freedom’s bursting at the seam,
Routine is gum stuck to a shoe.

I still cringe at my passing,
How I was eaten up whole
by the clock I heard ticking


till it gained all control.

I ran with one broken wing,
Gasping for each foreign breath.
I dispatched the itching sting


soon it was all I had left.

The plan sticks in the throat,
All you can speak is your own name.
You weren’t born an abstract painting


to slide beneath a silver frame.

Leaving harbor any minute,
You’ve been restless since birth
So set sail off the edge of your make-believe earth.

Before you step toward the light,
Sharpen up your mind and knife.
Carve a brand new etching


on a predictable life.