Memories left like carry on luggage
Expressions of anger and rage
Fading possessions of broken dreams
catapulted into the future
of my mind's playground
Shattered glass and mirrors
reflecting time's dismay
of my paradox
My mental box
My own truth delayed
Sheltered here, formless
and void
Understanding somewhat
Slightly less annoyed
Like a mime subdued by fugue
Tired of the pant-o-mime
Hoping the doors of perception will
shift just one more time
And I’ll be released
to walk free
underneath
A unified sky of blue