A trapped helpless soul
a mad artist confined in cages of limits  
i was stuck in the cold caves of fear always wondering always thinking
always so calculated
never too brave to drift forward
I would burn and perish if I got to close to the “boundry”
“The world will eat me alive”
I said
“To explore is to be human”
They said
“i might die if i fall”
I said
“To fall is to be human!”
They said
But i am no human am i?
Im a lost misreable soul filled with moans of melancholy.
Adrift In my own  absurd rules and fears.
I drift around the cold caves its so cold …
It gave me blisters and i felt something
The cold is eating me alive  and i can feel it
Maybe i am the human who feels after all
Maybe i feel too much
But if i move forward ill burn
What if there is an escape?
What if i took the risk?
After all
“To explore is to be human”
And Maybe i am a “Human” …