Chasing wonders,
With a pen and a paper,
An empty sheet,
A piece of oblivion.

Staring blankly,
Eyes lost in the wilderness,
Once with a blink,
A whimper towards nothing.

Looking around,
Inside a four-cornered room,
Pastel purples,
In between the white curtains.

Oblivion,
Running strokes on the paper,
A pen and ink,
Breaking the bars of this cage.