Waking up

Waking up for the first time, a fog, a vapor, an opiate rises to the rungs

What once lulled me, soothed me, fooled me, now singes my lungs.

I can’t lie here anymore, I’ve never rested, so much sleep, I now bemoan.

My escape, my freedom, my release my own, no jailer, just me alone.

I know now, I’ve always known, I know in my soul, I know in my bones.

I thought I’d been searching, looking, wanting, I but a drone.

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