if

if


someone give me a shovel
please
I need to dig myself
out
or in
of this now infinity
take a word or two from
my memory banks
stack
'em up like building blocks
that I may jump over this
wall of being
and fly

but I'm stuck sitting behind
this window
looking into
my infinity mirror,
trouble brewing
and its cloudy in my eyes
 
it matters not
to anyone else
but me,
as if....

forgive me, I'm just
speaking in an empty room
and the walls
are echoing