Daily and humdrum,
Bored and lethargic.
I fly no more but
The moments do,
One after another.
Days and weeks
Go by,
Locked inside
My own little world,
Hidden; lost to a
Stroke of bad luck
That has me undone.
A traveler
On a slow boat
I can only dream
Of the jet set,
And wonder,
Is life a dance
Or a life captured.
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