Can'T Outrun Myself

Why my mind flies in the blue skies? Why is what wroth warden wonders. Yet I stand handcuffed in a block of ice By the hands of time: my eternal threat. I am a fish inside a net; like a fly that toils In the black grunting belly of a web. Even an odd blade of leaning grass can cut A web by threads; flickering red flames can save, save a heart that profusely hurts. I fear not the chains and the concrete walls I fear not death nor the Grim Reaper’s calls I fear the man I have been and built I fear, like Oedipus; my fate is sealed. Six feet deep below my cold skin, I lie truly deep with things unseen The alarming bangs of locks are key, But they don’t ring a bell. All walls fall; as bold as they may be. I evaded the wards of hell But even Harry Houdini couldn’t escape himself So I stand stacked against my locked mental shelf,