Trapped in a vast open space.
Imprisoned by a questioning mind.
I can see beyond my cell,
But the grass seems much greener over here.

My endless spiralling quest for something.
That illusive intangible moment,
When the screaming cry of existence
Starts to ebb.

Will the ‘gift’ of consciousness,
Prove too much to handle?
Or will our arrogance subside,
And drift like flotsam,
On the tides of time.

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