A quiet prison of dullness,
Lacking all that is considered amusing.
A slow day, five hours gone by.
Gray cracking walls of loneliness,
Strong as diamond yet ready to break.
Non-existent sentinels keeping the door.
Outside worlds filled with masked people,
People who could be whoever they wanted.
A world of traveling news,
Spreading faster than any wildfire,
Linking lingering listeners.
Nearly a rapture, though not all are compassionate.
Worlds that show rancor towards ideas.
Few or many admonish it,
Far from fervent, a cold click does all.
Five hours have gone,
Five more may pass.
But this prison is but a mirage.
It is truly the door to the Earth.
The same door I entered,
The same I exit.
That rapturous wonder was truly the prison.
I now reside in the world of reality;
One with plant's shoes, bird's ocean, and fish's worlds.
I once belonged to,
One I never forgot;
It simply had been pushed aside.
A world of war, torment, and greed;
Corruptness worthy to leave.
In this lifeless den, I w