Daydreaming

I spend my time daydreaming, a routine void of meaning.

You can’t slow down when you’re not moving at all.

My feet are nailed to the floor and things have been

the same way since I can recall.

I waste my time and imagine that I haven’t been stuck

for so long. I wish that I was less wrong about that.

Why can’t I just move along like everyone around me

seems to do, while I’m stuck here, exhausted, trying

desperately to rupture through the cage that I feel I’m stuck in?

I scream but no one hears my pleading cry so I’ll just fall back asleep tonight.

I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to break these shackles off.

And I’m not sure if I did, I’d even know which way to walk.

My mind is growing weak and the things around all

look the same to me.

Why can’t I just move along like everyone around me

seems to do, while I’m stuck here, exhausted, trying

desperately to rupture through the cage that I feel I’m stuck in?

I scream but no one hears my pleading cry so I’ll just fall back asleep tonight.