Trapped between

What I want


What I need

I find myself

In a peculiar prison

Whose walls are flexible

Sometimes non existent

Just knowing that I can’t


I can scream, run , escape

But I can never leave

Unless I break the spell

Which might not happen

The sun will rise against

It’s will again and again

Because of the mechanics

But for no other reason

At the Bottom

In lowest of the low

In the bottom of the pit

I have to collect myself

Put all the energy


See if anything

Eventually will grow


It has all gone too far

Too slowly

So that one does

Not think about it

And suddenly

You find yourself

In a place of no return

The problem is that

With open eyes

We walk into the trap


Thinking it will

Not be big problem

Then it is too late