Today

Today I can feel the insanity slowly rising up into my body, my calves, my ribs, my biceps, slowly gripping at the flesh upon my neck. I desperately want to fly away from this mundane life of tests and students and the endless proxy of living life. I want to get into my mechanical red colt and drive off at top speed into the spring day that I know waits for me. I want to talk with trees. I want to wander those quiet natural music lined paths. I need to breath that sultry spiced air, to raise my hands to the heavens and call forth my own salvation. Please pull these chains, heavy solid iron things of man, pull them off my shoulders and let me be free for this day. Yank the locks of working imprisonment open and destroyed; throw them on the cheap blue carpet of this air conditioned dungeon. Let me go… My impotent obfuscated frustration weeps behind my mask of ‘how do you do,’ and ‘hello hello,’ when all I want to do is scream ‘Let me Go!’