There may be a point

When you become

Over relaxed

Where the cares of this world

Melt too far away

To even be acknowledged

There may be a point

Where you don’t feel

The pressure to perfome

To write

To feel

to create

Where the world

Isn’t watching

Your every move

There may be a point

When you get a way from it all

Where you find

That none of it

Has come with you

That you have successfully escaped

The eyes and ears

Imagined or real

That follow you

Wherever you go

There may come a point

When the voices in your head

Scream a little more quietly

Maybe even whisper

Maybe even are silent

And you can just focus

On being you

There may come a point

But I wouldn’t know

I haven’t gotten there yet.