Mind Matters

MIND MATTERS

Time hangs
toxic, always a lethal dose.
Sweet like the sugar
on the medicine
Mummy used to give you.
Space grants
you the freedom
to choose
your own prison,
if you dare,
if you care.
Could you break out?
Into what?

Quiet and empty,
no one to listen,
no one to share.
Bustling and full,
live and dead,
boundlessly bordered
like the breeze,
through leaves,
if you understand
you've never been there.