Myself, I find,

ten years behind,

pacing a canyon

in the floor of my mind.

One way or the other,

no middle, I find. 

No place to call home, 

no role to call mine.

Nowhere to go to destress and unwind. 

Nowhere to run away from your own mind. 

Uncomprehending, this life I’m assigned. 

Uncomprehending, in darkness, confined.