When you escape your demons,
Is there a pneumatic release,
As if suddenly unlatched or unleashed —
You are suddenly lighter and can run.
Or is it like moving to a new city or town
And having to reacquaint yourself
With new analogs to the past.
Where will you work, and what route will slip by as you live in automatic?
What restaurants are there and will you prefer Indian now for comfort food on those cold days?
Who will your drug dealer be and can you trust him?
And, at this age, who has time for friends?
And as you escape your demons, what changed?
Do you see the shadows or the flame,
Or the sun outside the cave.
Or maybe it is more of the same.
I am me 