isolation

trapped in
my eternal blank canvas,
i slowly awake

traverse
as i must, crowds
that gather along
planned, yet pointless
thouroughfares

compress
my dreams
that I create, dictate
running in place
questioning grace

silence
my cask, roadblock
keeping me from
my past and future
empty, unknown

isolation
breeds this false sense
of freedom
no victories, no progress
an endless labrynth of doubt

i want to stay up all night.

©2008 Sean Muzzy