Trapped in a world I no longer recognize
where love is vanquished and dreams seize to exist
Confined in a world lacking true emotion
where day-to-day existence is robotic,
one foot in front of the other down a path to nowhere.
If I were cut would I bleed?
What would it take to create tears in my eyes again?
To have true joy spill from my heart?
I vaguely remember those feelings,
if I try hard enough, I can recall what love felt like
can pretend for a moment to be bathed in it
before reality rushes back in and its extinguished.
Stuck in a world that reads more like a textbook than a novel,
looks more like a black and white silent film
than a vibrant, full-color, action-packed flick.
Trapped, confined, stuck
I know there must be a way out
but I don’t even know the words that would need to be written
to rewrite the story, to alter the course.