Relinquish

I don't really care anymore he thought as his feet left the ground,

on his way up to escape in the clouds,

he dropped al his worries so they wouldn't weigh him down, head swaying to a sound,

that was drowning out the dialogue so cyclic in his mind, a sickness whose existence had kept him from the skies,

he was never taught to fly,

only told to think,

and he thought so damn much it drove him to the brink,

drove him to the drink once or twice with the why's and the what's and the how's and the doubts that arise when you try climb the mountain of logic and lies and decipher the wrongs from the rights or decide what is life for yourself,

so he fell,

face first to the dirt where he scrabbled for words

to unravel from the ancients who had escaped from rebirth,

so he worked and he searched to the ends of the sutras,

seeking advice from dead men for his future.