This self-imposed prison in which I dwell
Has become my own personal hell
Why I don’t leave I don’t quite know why
I’m no more chained down than birds that fly
Outside my window I sit and stare
Unbound and unchained to this armchair
Lacking of strength and absent of will
I can’t take my gaze off that windowsill
All but my mind sits perfectly still
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
This self-imposed prison in which I dwell
Has become my own personal hell
Why I don’t leave I don’t quite know why
I’m no more chained down than birds that fly
Outside my window I sit and stare
Unbound and unchained to this armchair
Lacking of strength and absent of will
I can’t take my gaze off that windowsill
All but my mind sits perfectly still
