My thoughts are way too confined
within this room. It seems everything
high school failed to teach me is outside.
It is my own stupidity keeping me from finding the key to this door.
Had I the schematic for this
crowbar I might learn its function and with that, escape. But alas, what good is a crowbar against a
locked door or window? It is a mighty
window allowing a view of all knowledge, including my garden and the solar
system. Surely, a view way too powerful
for my insignificance, yet I'd still like to be alive within it.
Besides my quest for knowledge this
confinement sits on my thoughts, while a clock announces my inevitable demise. Ticks slowly turn into calendar pages rapidly falling to
the floor. But no, I should concentrate - rather than dwell upon my fate. I should loiter at the window, hoping for inspiration.
The sunlight catches a glimpse of
a spider’s web. She has been busy, for
it appears complex, and was not here just yesterday. Captive, like myself, she remains within this
space, on this side of the window. Her
thoughts, however, are not of escape, but of lunch.
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Ummm, Something Tasty I Hope!
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