Normalcy

I don't sleep

I don't dream

Nor do I wish for another life , so it would seem that I am blissfully tenacious in my actions of self confinement

Though I am that same creature that can break chains and bend bars

My perception is that I am slowly dying of normality and content.

I've yet to even come so far as to be scared back by the inadequacies of probability and warning signs of the adventurers of parts unknown

Yet I remain lying that I'm okay

Lying, slowly dying

Of a normal life's contentment and restraint

I don't dream, I never wake

In limbo I'll remain

Here....

I'll stay.