concious

eyes as febuarys ice,
snow brushed away trying to see through the water
every muscle paved 
a living worlds surface the heat from steady trafic ingrained and heavy
my mind
both fallen for new simplicity, ambitionless
and too complex to bear, i know i create where i ocour.
i am not one to say i do not want to be here, for that makes it all too true,
i can move, why i dont is whats too far to grasp
my friends are distanced. my dog is close. my life is soon for indipendence,
for i am all to atatched to the outcome of my host,
a lie that i hope wont stay close