I have never liked being trapped. Alone by myself never going to escape. Like a snake in its cage, I sit on the lonely seat, waiting.

Trapped inside my own thoughts where I sit waiting. To never get away is hard, the want of freedom is all that my mind wanders over. What is more aggravating? To be trapped with your own thoughts…your tiresom memories? Or to be stuck day and night, in a cage?

Surely, to be caught sitting, waiting for rest…without anywhere to go… with no more thoughts to roam.