I sit in this cave,
Desperate for exits but
instead of looking for escapes I
lie here for days forcing myself to believe there is no way out,
But then I begin to panic
I start to search for the light,
Feeling around for holes in the wall
leading to a way out of this cave,
I know there is a light at the end of the cave
but I cannot find it,
I run further into the dark space,
Farther and farther and faster and faster,
To find out,
The exit is not just a doorway but more of an idea
and I am unable to come up with that idea.
So I am stuck here,
Writing poetry.
Desperate for exits but
instead of looking for escapes I
lie here for days forcing myself to believe there is no way out,
But then I begin to panic
I start to search for the light,
Feeling around for holes in the wall
leading to a way out of this cave,
I know there is a light at the end of the cave
but I cannot find it,
I run further into the dark space,
Farther and farther and faster and faster,
To find out,
The exit is not just a doorway but more of an idea
and I am unable to come up with that idea.
So I am stuck here,
Writing poetry.



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