A Run-On Sentence About Staying Where You Are

In a halo of messy hair

and metal shavings everywhere

my thoughts return to you

and what I would do

if we were less constricted,

if we were less restricted,

by the paths we've chosen

that leave us almost frozen

in warm beds

with full heads,

busy days

set in our ways

and complacent

with energy spent

on getting by,

forgetting why

we are even here

and it becomes clear

that things just are

the way they are

and it doesn't matter that you make me nervous,

that the only time my thoughts find purchase

is when they return to you

and what I would do

if we were less constricted,

if we were less restricted.