"The World"

You don't want me to hide

to cut myself off;

it's kind of hard 

if not impossible

when the one you won't let me seek

is somewhere inside.

I'm adrift in whatever -

the resignation to the uncertainty

while all I can do is wait 

for whatever comes my way.

Whatever joy in the moment

whatever enduring pain it will never mask

I never had a chance

until suddenly these mistakes came to pass.

I can't say I've never misspoken;

You'd say I told a lie.

I just could never breathe life

into a world of ideas

which in their infancy never became words

before they could be properly formed

much less heard.

I was quarantined in a glass house

just a stone's throw away from the world

so it was able to keep me at bay.

Gaining ground on truth

all the while losing touch

with the rest

of the universe...

To think one could ever know one's place in the world...

how absurd.

The Earth a vacuum all consumed 

dense but ready to burst 

from the world of hurt.