No way out.

No matter which way I face,

left or right, I find myself in a prison

Impossible to evade.

Confined in a space that isn't mine.

Being told I'm trying too hard,

So I second guess my pace,

I second guess if there's an up or a down

And that's the way out.

Is there a piece to the

puzzle that I'm not let in on?

Am I scathing my way through

blindly, refusing my intellect?

Neglecting my oneness by

thinking in terms of this cage?

I'm not sure but could I ever

be as long as I'm raveled up in this

murk?

As long as I can't see what's in front of me?

As long as my fears still wither

through my bones?

As long as I'm stuck,

paralyzed from there being

no way out.