Escape

I am tethered to the coil, piercing / through me like a dead wire

I try so hard to 
Escape, to 
Get lost 
And yet somehow be
Moving upwards 

But the mountain has a spiral tread
Corners always bend
Though I move higher and higher
I find myself
Remaining, once again 
Familiar, as always

I'm trying harder each day to become 
An apparition
If I must drift in this illusion,
I want to become part of it
Moving like a ghost, unchained

But I am tethered to the coil, piercing
Through me like a dead wire
It keeps me here.
Where everything matters.

Because truly, 
Freedom is what doesn't matter.
Only the encouter you didn't need 
And didn't expect, only the words 
You never meant to write 
Really mattered. 

It's all become a performance of
Chasing shadows, treading the
Chores because 
They will never end
Just morph and
Somehow spiral upwards.
Towards that place where I will never 
Escape.