"Now I'm even further away"

The days are melting away; consumed by the day-to-day. I waltz through each moment like a tourist who is wondering when it's time to leave. Everything I know is located a thousand plus miles from here. The disconnect is lessened with each trip to the mail box. "Everything's here, wish you were fine." The summer rains are giving the Groundhog Day effect to my fervor & I'll avoid the torpor with everything I have. I'm scribbling down the rhetoric spewed from the id. All the laughter is a catalyst for the woolgathering. You're setting more than the world on fire.