Fresh Air Missed
The hold of self defeating leaves,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
When one decides a routine should go.
To escape from a place that offers no growth.
And when the excitement of living a life,
Begins to stale...
One should not prevail in that which fails.
A door that stays shut,
Supported by hinges that rust...
Needs only to be opened,
Fresh air missed,
To breathe in again...
If one decides,
To experience being in it!