Hiking Boots

As a side note for tonight's exasperation --

Her last words won't be about you

While your mundane life drums fury in your marrow

Remember that you chose placidity as a sick catharsis

You dug a grave and dread it every day

Because adventure was too outlandish

So as you drive to your small box of a home

to your small box of a living room

to your small box of a TV

Keep in mind that the three options for you

are to die dreaming of the life you watch,

to die living the life you want,

or to put down the remote

and pick up the gun

you keep in the box

next to your hiking boots