Ever-lost and trapped
within messy walls,
this pink hardware
reserved only for fools.
To stay and remain
in this cell so enduring,
would but destroy
any new forming.
Though dazzled by laughter
and colours all bright,
the rush of recall
is no true home, right?
This prison of thoughts
is nought but a shell,
lacking substance
and heart and true feeling as well.
To linger is poison
a simple illusion,
to open our eyes
is to escape the delusion
and begone from this place
filled and so seemingly true,
is beyond anything
a mere leap of faith can do.
Forward we must
though the path is unknown
into a future
of no discernible tone.
Samuel D. Capper 