The grey burns my eyes
with double vision.
The sun left the sky;
its return, unlikely.

There's a map and two tickets
on the table.
But my mouth won't open
when my thoughts are strong.

There's too many snares
to get tangled in
and answers like these
don't come in simple forms.

Everything around me and inside me
knows not to go,
Except that second-long desire
to leave the present and future behind.
So what can I do from here?

Red eyes make mine bluer,
and I'll lie here
until all of the blessings
and burdens stream out,
before I can rest in my indecision.