procrastinating future losses
I see potential in whatever
life tosses
my way
so I steer clear, hit the highway

freedom
not to, but from
having to deal
with hurdles once passed
would spell out the last,
of me blaming what I can't control

it creeps in, if I don't push out
my haven is now but an idea
to protect it,
inside my head I must flee,
is there room
for another refugee?