Sometimes I have to travel miles
to lock myself off from the world
sometimes I can absentify
my thoughts in a second
but if the same thoughts return
then they weren’t really forgotten
and even if I travel to the ends of the earth
the same recurring thoughts
still persist, am I trapped in a world
where I am my own limitation?
spontaneous and passionate
instead listless and dull
no more glitter and gold
just bland black emptiness
boundaries are there to be crossed
- self-made boundaries are torturous
self doubt and paranoia, insomnia
and then too much sleep without dreams
when will my tired eyes surrender?