“Backed Into a Corner”

It started with a dream last night,

And remains in my head like a hoarder,

This thought is fusing in my mind,

I am backed into a corner.

Why have I lately thought so much?

A thought which appeared out of thin air,

A thought that I cannot touch,

I know the answer that lies there.

I do not want these thoughts again,

I want to live free of this mind bomb,

A thought that has become so bland,

While I appear to the world as calm.

I fear I will never be absolutely gratified,

But isn’t this the human way?

I do not think a life can be stratified,

So perfect, organized, and array.

I must move the obstacles out of my corner,

Therefore I can escape,

I would like for my life to have no borders,

Can anyone relate?