In the Middle of It All

As I’m in the middle of it all, I cannot think. I cannot attempt to escape even though I am suffocating. Inseparable seems to become part of me. None seem to look my way, even though they sense me. Even though they see me waive. Should I be waving goodbye? Is it then that they will acknowledge me? Is it then that they will try to fix a windshield with broken glasses? I see them and they see me in the middle of it all. My muscles ache with boredom, seeking to be freed Seeking to be unbound from this binding of chains Those chains that are so hard to break, Chains that are now becoming inseparable, Inseparable seems to become a part of me. Even when I refuse, even when I say no. My no is now silent, it has no words, it has no meaning. In the middle of it all I still am here, I still am trying to finds my ground Ground I can walk on freely and not be afraid Ground that will be friendly to me And maybe even give me a wink To say some day things will become ok And I will be inseparable with myself and even inseparable itself. I realized that in the middle of it all is ok. For I am in the middle of it all.