Simply started writing this one, and for some reason the mind spoke in verse rather than the usual prose. Don't know how it's turned out, but here goes :-)
I’m stuck in time
Desperately searching for some rhythm and rhyme
Or is it randomness that I seek?
I can’t seem to make up my mind
Looking out the window, my dreams floating on faraway feathers
Into imagined worlds and even into the reality of others
I want, nay need, to be someplace else
But where?, ask my walking boots, sitting comfortably on the shelf
I don’t know the answer, don’t know if I’ll ever know
Do you know? Have you that knowledge that eludes me so?
I’m lost, but how can that be?
I’ve been at the same place for an eternity
Maybe I should just wait for those feathers to fall
They carry my hopes and dreams after all
My thoughts seem to make the same old rounds
Encapsulated by walls all around
I don’t even know how many walls there are, so bare
Solids cover my eyes…the utter greyness, brownness…
Bah! I really don’t care
I just need to know…is that window a mirage or is it for real?
It tortures me, teases me, mocks me
Shows me a world of possibilities, of things unknown
So delicious in their unfamiliarity
My senses can almost touch them, but alas, my hands cannot
My soul can almost feel them, but my body cannot
I am so lost, but I am here
I know my coordinates, even those of my unshed tears
The whispers in my mind grow louder each day
I’m not kidding, when I say these shouts are palpable
I’d climb over that teasing window, if only my restless limbs were stable
I need to get out, need to break free
Of these shackles with which my own mind binds me
Can someone hear my silent but deafening cry?
It comes out each time I sigh.