Exodus

One day
We will all quit our jobs
We will live in the idleness of serenity
Sipping nectars
Fumbling to understand
The desires
And imaginings left by our former selves
The dreams
Guarded
Hoarded
Protected by our naivety
Our ignorance of the structure of survival
Evaporating before our eyes
In the sun of new dawns
These screams will become Manifestos
Truths we repeat
In our silent moments
Purging
The debris, the much, the filth
Digging our way out
Surfacing
In the
One day

When we have all quit our jobs

And are living on stolen time

When we will forget our former selves.