A body of white walls
houses familiarity

Somehow even familiarity
has become distorted
beneath the the raw cinder blocks
doused white enough
that I could see
the eyes of the past
the eyes of the future
looking back at me,
the eyes of the present

that must journey
behind the white walls
into the familiar unknown

For there is something there

Beyond the walls
built up so very high
that will only crumble
and only die

For there is something there

I must look now
look through the deep crevices
deep through my mind

For there is something there

What do I find?

I see people
I see minds
Beyond the white walls
looking back
at I

Why oh why
must I continue?
looking forward
only to
look back again

I am stuck,
encased inside
eternity

Only looking back
to find a way out
a way out of
me

Inside, a prisoner
handcuffed to
the white walls
I am shackled here,
alive and kicking