Friday, November 25, 2011

Coming of age

In a mere instant the world I knew was an inverse.
What I perceived as a prison quickly lost the bars and chains holding me to it
All the physicalities disappeared into the thin air
And everything once known slipped through the cracks of my crippled grasp
Is this freedom? Is this a trick?
Despite the illusions of an unleashed neck,
Burden buries deeper than ever known before