This isn't what I wanted but how could I not take for granted this chance at a life, chance of a lifetime living in dreams?
A silent voice in an unspoken-for generation.
It's not what it seems. You seem surprised by what it means.
It's just business justified by the way I move through the motions making my rounds on day by daytime savings lost in the mountains way too high to touch with a finger flipped as if to say "I want outside".
Nothing else matters. Why would I stay put and put aside this part of me that stays inside?