My soul is outside
Seeing the sun
And feeling the rain
As my eyes are trapped to this desk
Awaiting the knell of a familiar bell
It would be nice to think I had not wasted away
All my moments for such precious things
But I did do this and endure I must
For my own weakness being ignorance
My hands are less verbose than some
They speak to me not
Remaining in silence
They infuriate me
Motionless dreams are on my table
My future is in my hands
But they make no effort to help
When my mind fails me
Could they not remember the swift strokes
Of a thousand pens before me?
Answers to a riddle that still evades my thoughts
It is I who looks the fool
I’m trying to think, there are some minutes left
The bell shall draw me out to the sunshine
Where I left my hopes and wishes
Whilst my mind will remember this dark hall
We all have the ability to retain knowledge
But I have forgotten to take the key
I’m locked out of my once pearlescent safe
Trying, failing to reach my memory
