I'm Not Coming

I have somewhere to be Hurrying and scurrying Maneuvering mindless movements One swift exit, four cocky strides Push the earth beneath my feet And drop me off the landing Now here I am stuck standing It's july And the blue sky renders excitement in my eye Starkly suspended in sunshine Golden rays warm cold thoughts And ethereal energy elicits exuberance The same way salt water Takes my breath away As dopamine is summoned I freeze in a dream Where livelihood can be seen Unexpectedly reminiscent of the keenness In my soul I've indubitably decided... I have somewhere better to go.