My life is like boating in a barrel.
Around in circles.
With nothing new to explore.
Going nowhere fast.
Like my boat only has one oar.
Or, maybe in a room with four walls.
And not having a door.
And life says, in your room, nothing to rest on.
Not even a floor.
And do not reach for the ceiling.
It is endless space, "closing in".
Trapping my mind with freedom of thought.
Only causing confusion, with a clarity I cannot ignore.
And the more that I think, I begin to make the link.
That around in circles, for my mind.
Is what is in store.
This repetition... really a bore...
By JD Bardo