No distractions to
hide from what is real
I am so far from
the lonely boy sitting with shit
staring at the metal feet of a plastic desk
saying I am, I am here, I am Dan
yet that it the only part of me that I know is
real
I choose
Escape
from….
even when I think that I would rather
choose
different
but I only actually choose
different when others
others ‘choose’ for
Dan