A heavy burden holds my mind,
like a vise grip on reality,
whether I live free or shackle my dream
always there is a knock familiar.
On the other side awaits
a predilection of what matters,
why is it no window appears,
not a crack in the wall
let knowledge escape to free the mind.
Once in awhile, when I’m coasting the freeway,
I do imagine my body elsewhere,
a what if
does cross my mind,
if there were any sort of indication,
could we always wait of satisfaction.
I cannot be sure of the motive of my actions