Going with the flow, hoping something catches me as
the tornado of life sweeps me all over,
grinding me into the ground one
moment and tossing me high.
A helpless doll.
Confused and dizzy, I sigh
out loud, a desperate plea for
help, lost in the roar of everything and everyone around
me.
All that rushing.
Do they know where they're
going? Just going going. What's above?
Below?
Why am I here? Lost in the wind
ow. Window. The wind is screaming ow.

Glass pane. Glass pain.
Shattered.
But is the pain gone? The pane is.
The wind cries out to me. I answer.
But the shriek of everyone else drowns
me.
Something tangible
Something physical

But that's not me.




When did i forget?
When did i get lost on the path of life?
I didn't start here. I didn't plan to travel this way.
Look what happens when I free myself.
But I can't be truly free
Age has slowly wrapped its
Shackles
Around my brain
My heart
My soul.
I used to bounce. I used to smile.
And now, it's all
"Relative."
I take a step, and I hear the chains
Mocking my movements
Tightening, year after year, day after day
Moment after moment
Is it? Is it?
Can I escape? Do I want to?
Have I transitioned from being the
Prisoner
To being the
Prison Guard?
Who am I guarding? Am I keeping things out?
Keeping things
In?