pensive

for the past 3 weeks i was lost
transition from concrete jungle to
subterranean rainforest
waylaid by the elder
and robbed of my identity
there was no time for despair
no time for tears
just time for endless voiceless struggle
i lost myself
in the abyss of realism
and the gap between idealism
headaches on the
hard bed tossing and turning
until daybreak greets me in my
lucid state
trying to correlate
i can see anything in the dark
but then what is there which darkness hides?
half empty boxes strewn across the room
in this place i now call home
some day they will see
when my body turns to dust that my life was not what they imagined to be
forced and concealed to be hidden in earth
the spirit overcomes and flies away