Grounded

My name is Bearth Bentley and I know I’m not jumping off this planet Anytime soon, at least Not without a rocket ship Most likely Everything here is stuck In the muck from below magnetic poles or magnetic soles I’m positive, I’m stuck here Slow the mind Stopping time Just look around Nothing’s moving All is still so it seems ... Transparent puppet strings Come up from below Not down from above Holding me here All day long Until I finally just give in Lay my heavy head down to sleep And dream .... of being released from this bondage Sometimes, I feel as if this existence is some form of punishment Just for being born And ultimately death will come for such is the crime of creation Meanwhile, while I live, I’m grounded.