Days are blurred

Voices through the walls joyously celebrating. An inconsequence, an invisibility painfully visible in the slate grey aura surrounding a muddled head. The good ship endurance is inspiration enough. Windswept and numbfaced I cling on, just. Footsteps of trepidation in a sea of uncertainty. Look west towards the east and set sail once more. Leave all those with regrets far behind, missing you/missing the point.  This is the get out of city free card, awarded to those who posses least fears.  Everything is just a decision away.