Late Night Thoughts

Paper Chains

Tiring of all thought and reason,
I rush into another daydream
Distracting me until I break,
My secondary place shields me from reality
Figures rush in through my head
They taunt me with possibility
Minutes pass and still I linger
In a realm of change and 'meant-to-be'
But this is far from productive,
I try to tell myself
I get stuck in shadows and fantasy
I'll be stuck forever if I cannot remove this wall
The paper chain around my neck still itches
Freedom comes at a price that I'm too poor to finance
Only silence can cut my mind free