I often fantasize

about letting go,

to be one who

can leave the act,

and carry through.

I often fantasize

about running away

from all the places

sharp to the touch,

from all the people

who take too much.

I often fantasize

about the way out

where no eyes see

blinking although

they may still be.

I often fantasize

that everything

would be better,

that nobody

would miss me.