Caught Inside Scrutiny

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

a wonderment

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

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