My
days are longer,
Over
and over,
Creating a sequence,
Tying
me down to my nuance,
Akin
to a captive,
With
an edge of a positive;
Perhaps
because I can roam-
Freely
in the realm;
With each step lost,
Deep
in the midst,
Of
my emotions,
Of
fairly spooky proportions,
Hoping
my wish,
Can
liberate me from this mesh,
Sooner
rather than later!
