LOST (4/14/04)

Stuck.
Unable to move.
Afraid to stand still.
The pavement swallows my feet
And I watch the seasons change from my spot on the sidewalk.

Suffocating.
Holding my breath so I won't have to breathe.
This air is not mine;
Familiarity choked long ago.

Lost.
Freedom is anything but free.
I'll hand you the reins
And you can read me a bedtime story.
Just please skip over the scary parts.

Truth.
These are the paradoxes that define and confine.
Ironic twists of fate in the story of our lives.
But I don't feel like reading anymore;
Can somebody please tell me how it all ends?