There is a constant ticking,

a beating of time,

it will groan on,

my body is granite,

my soul still climbs,

and I will be left behind.

 

What's more is what's left,

the sights unseen,

the skies in their wide expanse,

the majesty of open sea,

the mountains tumbling on,

stolen away from me.

 

Who's to say I won't disappear?

The snow is melting,

the cracks are growing,

the world is shrinking,

and I cannot see. 

 

I live within a white-walled cave.

I am forced to exercise my intellect,

but my spirit ceases to expand.

I live within the confines of establishment.

 

I long to fly and be free,

to see the world indubitably.