I want a day off,
\nbut what does that mean?
\nThat all the days of my life
\nwere not what I need?
\nThat what created me
\nhas exhausted me?
\nThat the sun interrupted
\na dream?
\nThat I want loneliness
\nto surround me?
\nThat forty days and nights
\nis a day off?
\nThat a hunger has been
\ngrowing in me?<\/p>\n
A day off
\nto open the door in the sky.
\nTo find what I\u2019ve lost,
\nor rather, to remember
\nwhat I\u2019ve lost.
\nOr, to take a walk
\nand find a hand in mine
\nthat is me,
\nwaiting at the terminal
\nof my youth.<\/p>\n
Eyes that want to be found,
\na place I am going.
\nThe way I would talk
\nto myself
\nand watch the trains go by
\nand I could say,
\nlife is waiting.
\nMy destiny is waiting.
\nMy day off is me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want a day off, but what does that mean? That all the days of my life were not what I need? That what created…<\/p>\n