Nowhere to run
Our mind and body is
When it encounters a situation with which it can’t cope
We run from the situation,
But that’s the thing!
What does one do, when the
How does one flee,
Escape their own skin?
How do you escape, how can you abscond?
When it’s impossible to break the bond
Held captive, in your own body and mind
You are inextricably you, you can’t leave you behind
How can you take flight, leave your own mind?
For you are you, wherever you are,
No hiatus is possible, no let up,
But the urge is intense, overwhelming, excruciating!
Though you know
Though your mind knows the score, it’s something your body never learns
It desperately writhes, twists,
But what is the use?
For the straight jacket of your skin, it never comes loose
You pull at it still though, as it itches,
You wish you could peel back, tear open, and butterfly your chest
And through this aperture, make your departure.
Leave your mind and body behind
And somehow escape your corporeal prison
But the body and mind’s bars are
They’re impervious to the utmost cunning, the most substantial blunt
Escape is not an option!
So now you lie there, paralysed, immobilised,
buried alive, inside your somatic sarcophagus