Softly walking away from what is most wrong, I tip my chin to the highway for a final look. I knew when I first drove these roads...I knew I didn't belong to them. They didn't move well under my tires.
I knew when I sat down behind the desk. It tried to yank itself away from me. It caught my sweater, and when I looked out through the window the trees laughed at my dilemma.
And now I am that awful kind of free. The kind where dreams are close but I am frozen.
I softly walked away and made room. I've been moving. I've been making space. I've been....
Softly I am showering off the dirty mess of two years of nothing but lost time.
Softly I am.