Ramblings from a night, long long ago..

I dug a real deep hole for myself, like a rabbit burrowing down, looking for comfort and warmth 

And I got real comfortable, maybe just a little too much, like a frog in a boiling pot - enjoying the tiny bubbles

All these years of personal anguish has fallen like debris on top 

And the scalding vapour is starting to finally get to me

Now I have no other choice but to claw myself out of the hole

And climb on top of the hubris

And I need to do this one step at time

To keep my acrophobia in check

What am I gonna find on the top? Where am I gonna end up? 

On the sky? 

With the stars? 

With the Sun and the Moon? 

Under the clouds that brood dark overhead and rain thunderstorms? 

Or under a pile of more dust and dirt? 

Or is it a void devoid of sound and light? 

Or is it simply gonna be freedom?

The freedom of choice.