Trapped

I see you

But do you really see me?

I hear you

But are you listening to me?

I sense your presence

But why do you not acknowledge mine?

I feel your touch?
Why is it fleeting? Where is the warmth?

I am speaking

Why are the words not the same?

Solid, unmoving and isolated.

The room, cold, unfeeling, so alien.

I am screaming, but you don't hear me.

Nothing but empty faces, blank stares and soulless touches.

Rough and unyielding, moved against my will, an object of consequence, an irritation.

No control, no connection, no humanity

Yelling, "I'm here, please someone SEE me"

Trapped in a biological prison

And so it begins...

Life's good, life's great

Life's bad, life sucks

...big hairy balls.

Make up your mind life. Full of twists and turns. Full of uphills and downhills.

Ever-changing like the wind, like the tides, like the current, like the fricken traffic lights.

No standing still, no place out of time, no sanctuary of oblivion. Just busyness, just movement, just a rushing river current filled with rocks, eels, sticks, cow pats, children and sometimes a good waterfall just for a little fun.

I once heard that you always wake up expecting the greatest or the worst for the day.....or like me you wake up and stumble like a zombie for an hour. Great! Everyday choices displayed, everyday decisions needed to be made, every day dreams to reach, everyday reality to be discovered, and every fricken day a new test of who we are. Expect the worse...you get it? and vica versa? But I thought it was ever changing....like a traffic light. You know what! Tomorrow, expect to expect some more expectations.

Oh Fuck it.

........It's life........