076. Snowglobe

I live inside a snowglobe,

trapped and confined

to this eerie conformity,

that I can often say

I do mind.

My bones tend to break

every time the world shakes.

Tearing apart my humanity,

and replacing it 

with horrid insanity.

I am thrown around

and around and around, 

and even upside down.

Yet, I still haven’t found

any such ground.

I am spinning, 

forced to fly on land,

and swim in the sky

As I walk upon the sea,

accepting this 

lie, this reality.

My words may flow

upon this world,

my truest home.

But I still live,

alone... inside this,

snowglobe.