What happens when you are lost in unheard sound?
Trapped in a place where you cannot be found?
Locked deep within
The key tossed forlornly into the bin
My inner sanctum calls to me
Am I a prisoner or am i free?
People knock at the door
But I don't want to get off the floor
And yet I want to speak
But my words tend to be weak
A strain of gold locked in deep
Of which only the most determined miner can reap
A slave to introspection
Is it weakness or protection?
Emotions raw and hard to grasp
Slowly worn away by logic's rasp
Expiditions launched with caution
Send mixed signals regarding further action
Clouds do not connotate gloom
It is one's decision to embrace that doom
For grey lends the light
to un-obstructed light
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