Windmill Cried

As I sit here, on a rectangular cake Drawn and tied from Earth's oil, not fake I wonder how to, in deuce, enunciate of the state, wherein, I participate Past tense, was I; island dwelling to hide The thing that tied; and bound the path to dive Terrific honey, which sleep required Flowed wild with purpose; and never lied Stuck to the ground; with entertainment quite boring A guitar hero accomplished; nihilism recurring With goods hands, in a happy place The scenery dull, time for a break On they came, or I to them For me, really? Hesitation They asked questions, quite leading, and when it was done A train ride, to happy town, check in and tune down The halls were quite clean, and the watchers quite ordered The meals were on time, distracting and forward Powders prescribed to keep time flowing even Day and night cycle; Swiss bread repeating As I arrived to despise the box I was in The windows and doors that shuttered absent sin And stuck as I was; with the ties to comply My reply was a nod with a wink; and pity implied Good fortune was kind to supply and find time To use you and your keys to fly; surprise The gears they did grind and mill for the bread The water was lifted and carried far ahead The story is now short, the sun breaks with news Get out of bed, hair mend, speed spin, with trues -KAL