Mundane Ecstasy

Right about now, I should call my therapist
Tell her how sleeping in this chair
Is leaving me more mundane
Than when I first entered

Please don't leave me hanging on this
Threadlike branch stuck to a bent over tree
I shouldn't have ever run from this point
Now I'm dreaming of cliffs

Perhaps that's the point of this story
To jump off, so sure of falling in this net of hands
Maybe I should''ve ran after all
Now seeing the sky I'll enter

I've grown tired of night light resolutions
Something in me has to break
That I may not expect from days
But that my days may expect from me