trapped
It’s the most perfect day.
Blue skies, it’s hot– I’m by the lake, in nature.
Got nothing I really have to do but make my bed.
Finally peace and quiet.
But, I am absolutely exhausted.
I have been fighting this physical, and mental fatigue for days.
And the realization that everyone, mostly cares about themselves.
And it’s time I started caring about me too.
Just can’t do anything.
My head has been stuffed with cotton balls,
and I am carrying a backpack full, of bricks.
Trapped inside a clear box, and nobody can really hear me,
they just assume what I am trying to say.
Watching everyone out there interacting, but I cannot reach them.
Entrapment.
A few things I have to do this week but,
how can I get anything done,
while I’m swimming through a pool of molasses,
and I can’t have one clear thought to save my life.
My brain has completely left the building
in order to cope with the reality of my situation.
“Try and make a positive spin on things.”
They say as I’m trapped inside this box and can’t get out.
Completely lost myself, and my sense of direction.
Don’t even care where I am going,
if I can even make one small step forward.
