Rip Yourself Out of Your Chair

So I'll burst forth like a seismographic telegraph, Churning forward verbs and nouns, Begrudging the kind of adult looks you get From people who are too scared to be honest. The ones who yearn for the wild, But are to rooted in the towing of the line. To them I say: rip yourself out of your chair. Breathe unknown air. Lift your soul towards the simmering clouds And feels how it is to burn yourself through In cool, slow tempos.