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 the window.
The window is the beacon
The gateway to freedom
Being trapped nowhere to go
Just stare outside the window.
My heart-beat rate is slowly slowing down
Recovery is near as my thoughts grow
I’m back to normal, normal being locked from the world
I glance so longingly at the window.