Falling into Freedom

October 22, 2008
Frozen in space and time
Sleepless, blood shot eyes
And my withered person halts all

Mindlessness over takes me
Thoughts seem out of place
Or nonexistent

Pressing against the glass ceiling
Made of steel and stone
Trapped in a box of my own design

And at the precipice of it all
Dreams of freefall and random movement
Possess me

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