I will make a list
someday
of all the ways out
of here
but it will
be in some language that
was never invented
I hoped for the best
but never looked back
to see if it was the best
or worst
that landed me
where I ended up
I thought in codes
that nobody could
break into
I felt all the feelings
with distance from
me and them
it was like all those things
that happened
happened to someone else
no, it could not have
happened to me
I will make a list
and a plan
a blueprint
and a map
but I will not show them
I will not share them
like incense smoke, all of it
will evaporate
and leave a scent lingering
the only way to trace me
and then I will be
long gone
