your eyes are never
seeing what you have
windows only looking
backwards on the past
through drifting dust motes in your mind
you are a sleepwalker
your feet can never
carry you ahead
tracing a labyrinth
through the sand
walking in circles in your head
a toy that’s broken down
your hands will
never break down walls
you built them up
to cage you in
locked up the door and lost the key
a bird with feathers shed
what would it take
to wake you up
what would it take to wind you down
what would it take to set you free
don't walk away . . .