Hypnotized by TV

I couldn’t think of anything better to do. 

I asked myself, “Why do anything?”

Why move things around and speaking words that will be forgotten?

Comfort is a trap.

Pain is meaningful.

So, I put on my shorts and shoes.

I left my work socks on.

I ran in the rain and the cold,

and I thought how great it would be

to get warm again.

When I started back

I faced angry clouds

torrents of rain

dark silhouettes of trees

and city lights

it was beautiful

Adventure in my blood

made me warmer

I walked straighter

with a mile left to go

and it felt like a million miles

because

I didn’t want to go home.