Trapped. Mind. Body. Spirit.

Life’s no fairy tale
Happy endings are seldom many
Some people have no chance of seeing any
It’s just grim
For him
Coming from less than nothing
Only to still struggle for everything
Searching for something

Never feeling like he belongs
Never feeling wrong
His love of numbers
Does not stop this set from evading him
Almost keeping him back with every step
But somehow he manages
To see success though he wishes for greater
Everyone talks of never coming back
When he wouldn’t mind just to leave
He would believe in his future
If only he could see it

The only thing that he knows
Is that the future he has
Is certainly uncertain
Looking into it
Would only leave him more confused
With more unanswered questions
Will there be a roof overhead?
Will he even have a bedto lay his head?
How does he solve the problems he faces?
As he counts his paces
He shakes off the thoughts for now
Lest another being brings them up

Honestly concerned for him
Potential is nothing until it is acted upon
He fears that his potential
Will run its time before long
Time is running out
He’s still here
Before it’s too late
This is one door that when closed
Has no promise of another opening
And he can’t do a thing

The worst part of it all
Makes him feel so small
How can he stand tall
When he’s lost before the start?
Feeling like a burden
Wishing he could repay
All that was done for him in the past
His tab has run farther than he wished
He wants to see the end of this

If he could choose
Then he would just cruise
Into the sunset
But he still would never forget
Coming back when needed

For now
His body is trapped
Not allowing his mind to grow like he wants
Forcing his spirits to be low
Towards his life
Depression is the feeling that is mostly felt
He tries to calm himself down
By reasoning that these are just the cards
That life and fate have dealt