16 Oct 24 – 5 – The Window

The walls are falling in on me again
My head is spinning out of control
Double vision turning into shades of grey
My fault staring out the window.

My thoughts of freedom bite me every time
The panic tells me everything I know
I slump down in my seat and let it take its course
The last place I look is at the window.

If he thinks on going outside
His head is in a spin
Just to think of clean fresh air
Anxiety breaks in.

My head is inside out and outside in
I try to work what extremist to follow
I’m blinded by the lies and by the truth
It’s still my fault staring out the window.