I am chained;
Entrapped and endungeoned
By thick links of steel,
Iron bars and brick walls;
The low ceilings and dark rooms
Of ugly consciousness,
Fear and misplacement.
I am oppressed and depressed
And suppressed and, simply,
Pressed.
Pushed and shoved
Into hard corners,
No place to go,
No shining neon escape sign,
No hidden stairway.
I am brutally forced to face,
To face my own horrific contemplations;
Contemplations of inadequacy,
Of an un-genuine life.
I am prodded,
Prodded into timidity and
Silent servitude.
I am prodded by a hideous beast,
A beast of which I cannot comprehend,
Nor approve of;
My own misunderstood mind.

I must leave,
Go, run, pedal, drive!
I must escape and flee!
But where?
Where can one go,
To escape his own mind?