Unimaginable

It seems almost weird to me now.
imagining what it would be like
doesn't really hold any
mystery or magic
anymore.
perhaps my motivation has found
another target (i like to think).
or maybe it's just that all the walls i've faced
never had any doors
windows
or ladders.
i've stopped looking around for a way.
i'll just gaze at my own two feet
or search the skies for something
to hold on to.
my hands will lead the way through the streets...

i tell others not to hold their breath for me.
expectations have settled in the fathoms now.
they'd be searching in the dark for a while
and my lungs are better of breathing.