what would it take

your eyes are never seeing what you have
windows only looking
backwards on the past
through drifting dust motes in your mind
you are a sleepwalker

your feet can never carry you ahead
tracing a labyrinth
through the sand
walking in circles in your head
a toy that’s broken down

your hands will never break down walls
you built them up
to cage you in
locked up the door and lost the key
a bird with feathers shed

what would it take to wake you up
what would it take to wind you down
what would it take to set you free
don't walk away . . .

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