Ever still am I

Where freedom swells, breaks and lies

Lost in a room of my own making

My frantic mind unabaiting

The key holder to a door with no lock

This time it is I who is out of luck

 

Thoughts sway and dwell upon the question

Staring at the whitewash in my mission

Could hell really be so pale?

The body and mind eager-eyed in a chess match

Sweating as the needle skips along the groove

Still waiting to play the first move

 

Am I productive or is this madness?

A longing for goals, aims and sadness

Any spec of emotion could perhaps end me

I could even succumb to a love-sick envy

Yet numb to this world that now has me

 

If these walls could fall, I'd be free