Poem by ink

I Long For That Plane of Existence

I long for that plane of existence 

 

Where pleasure meets dismay and my energy resonates

 

But these are mere mirages 

 

Any fool with eyes could see

 

Where i am headed is no place to be

 

My spirit is caged yet i believe i am free

 

For these veins pulsate through my skin so easily

 

Since then my days have never been the same

 

I just sit on a clock counting my days