something in the night

sitting here away in many ways than one...
i am a prisoner and i am a freedman...
my words and actions are in this room...
whether to hurt or be hurt...
this is in my choice...
hiding, wasting, or saving...
it all seems this should be my world...
where my sacrifice to be here is fitting...
no ill comes of me heart...
sitting here away, and being nowhere...
my experiences tell me to sleep...
but all i can do is watch...
investing in nobody but myself...
i only see silence...
but feeling stronger in myself...
by sitting here silent...

mindess

if my wisdom departed with a whim...
the wheels would still turn,,,
with me as the axis...
forever bound to tomorrow...
as today nothing...
a victim of life...
always of casualty...