Interlude

Stumbling through life, naïve and crude,

I manage to grasp an interlude

From personal simplicity.

Here now I am, my mind now free.

Open door now to my cage,

Which never shall gain be the stage

For my span.  Shift I now another gear;

My souls immobilized by fear.

Cant stay here or grab my case

Of innocence once commonplace

But now so square.  This World of Sphere

Leaveth no room to store such here.

Without an aid or worldly lesson,

I seek new personal possession

Of the mind.  Captivate the brain

(Imperative if you remain)

Within this realm).  Reality

Prompts horror.  Paradoxically,

Loud minds produce quiet and calm

From leg to leg, arm to arm.