I have often wished
I was trapped in a tower...

A mask or a memory?
Such troubling times...

My time has come,
I am now completely numb...

My soul is begging for home.
A distant reality...

Similes and fun,
Laughter and cheer...

I’m stuck,
Stuck in a rut of forever entanglement...

I used to get embarrassed,
used to get upset...

The candle has a steady burn,
And the rope just inches away...

When you are born,
your canvas is bare...

Alone,
In my own personal solace...

Dark and dismal I feel,
As I fall to my knees...

The sun is shining,
Over a distant moon...