Staring into an empty void.....
they ask "whats wrong", and silently I get annoyed.
Deep meditation until it's broken,
a smile to throw them off and a lie is then spoken.
"I'm fine" is how I respond,
back to reality as I drift back from the beyond.
A beyond filled with infinite what ifs,
like an endless drop from the highest of cliffs.
They cannot possibly see what I see,
for you would be as lost as I am, and never be free.
I bear this burden, and I know I am cursed,
to be trapped in ones mind continuously immersed.
My thoughts are mine and mine alone,
my walls can't be broken, made from impenetrable stone.
Seems that I am on the outside looking within,
only my future knows where my present has been.