Put to thrive in between these moist walls
that smell like yesteryear, containing the lost
fragments of my being which still linger on.
Asked to breathe freely in these confined spaces
which still cage the vivid memories of times
when I couldn’t even breathe with windows open.
Encouraged to thrive in this unifying oddity
with flashes of experience when things around
were clearly falling apart without permission.
As I summon the courage to render these thoughts,
I wonder whether everything going on, is merely
a comedy of errors or life’s expression of interest.