Poetry - The Escape Route

Towards the start of a journey new, A gust of strong wind blew, Drove him forward with a purpose, And he moved along without any fuss Along the way he countered rough surface, Yet he never gave up the chase, To tag along to the finish line, To experience the feeling of being on cloud nine The journey grew longer & longer, Adding to the level of success' hunger, The more it turned into new ways, The more it turned into a maze The end seeming to be farther than nearer, The presence of confusions became clearer, Yet he never went off the track, He never let his focus crack And as the reward neared his eyesight, He felt the the presence of all his might, Which helped him along as the journey grew, And brought the finish into his view

I don't even feel like writing, Yet with my mind I'm fighting, Dancing to the beats in my ears, Not acknowledging any present fears Not realising what to do, All I'm waiting for is a sign from you, I'm running out of time, Can't even explain it in my rhyme, Galvanising around the tree of thoughts, Within the circle of doubts I'm caught, Peeking around with my eyes closed, The validity of all I've done opposed Caught within the boundary of duty, Growing in me like roots of a tree, The thoughts which would prove me crazy, Are the ones which always seem so hazy

If only I knew the solution, If only you understood my situation, If only I could bring back the smile, I'd be ready to walk a thousand mile It's not always as you plan it to be, It's not always the way you see, It's not always the gush of wind, That uphelds the roots of trees pinned Why is it not under our control, Why is it not within our soul, Why is it not something defined, It's too wild to be described in kind All allegations, pointing & fixation, All thoughts, rolled into a summation, All words coming out of the oral cavity, Will not match up to the situation's gravity So, In the end theres nothing left So, In the end the thoughts arent deft, So, In the end comes the Goodbye, And leaves us with the question Why?

Feeling out of inspiration, Stuck in the state of desperation, Feeling alienated in the new environment, All the emotions causing a huge dent Not able to express it well, In my mind it's ringing a huge bell, Am I losing the touch of simplicity, Am I wasting time being witty Why am I going down the graph, Why is my mind feeling half, A moment of inspiration is desperately needed, A new thought has to be seeded I'm still waiting for the need to fulfill, Waiting for the thoughts to spill, Till then I'd close my eyes & travel along, In my dreams where nothing is wrong

Sitting through the darkness, Getting ready with the harness, To jump into the pool of thought, To not let anything in my mind rot Not sure if I'd wanna come back, Come back into this thoughtless sack, Not sure if I'd want the harness to break, And let me stay in the world where I ain't a freak Whenever you speak on your own, You let free those past thoughts sown, It may not gain you with much support, But then life does not ask you of any report You may be judged mad, Insane by majority, But being called sane is not the priority, To bring forward your true opinions on everything, Maybe thats what shaped my minds wings I know I make no sense at all, And thats why I got ready for the fall, Into that useless pool of thoughts, Just to save my mind from the drought

Living within the confines of my room,  Eager to experience the moments of doom,  Mixing around the thoughts in my mind,  Trying to weigh them all in kind  The monotonous life lead by me,  With no new scenery to see, With no new thoughts to print on paper,  With most them converted to vapour  The thought bowl goes empty with time,  Gets harder & harder to create rhymes,  Everything seems to reach a halt,  Even salt beds have a limit of salt  And yet I sit here waiting for doom,  Living within the confines of my room

No idea where to use my mind, No way to keep the thoughts bind, No path to follow by my heart, No sense in keeping it all apart The walk down the aisle, The drive by the mile, The kiss in the sky, The mind wonders why? Why is everything so complicated, Why my mind's boundary is gated, Why are there the ego clashes, Why all the thoughts end up in crashes Where is the fluidity in the rhyme, Where is the guilt in the crime, Where is the love in the heart, Where is the energy in the start, All the questions, confusion & chaos, Bring together nothing but a string of thoughts, The answers to all of this unknown, These thoughts in my mind, like seeds have been sown