someday, I might step
outside
and
disappear.
Never to be seen again
Lost amidst the trees,
or in tall grass
invisible
I'll sneak away at night
or fly away at dawn
stepping into the world
You won't find me at home
at my desk
working diligently
I will not heed your call
or hear your voice
having transcended need
I will remain mystic
unknown to many
cherished by few
already I leave in small ways
A break here
a pause there
I am contemplating my departure
from a world
I no longer understand.