trapped

can i get out of the pit

right now i don't even bother trying

i don't think

i don't scheme

i don't plot

i don't plan

i sit

i lay

i cry

i stare

i wish

will i want to try one day?

will i want to look up and wonder how to get out?

will i start inspecting the walls

staring at the sky

spinning around

formulating the barest inkling of a plan

will the plan grow

will it lead to freedom

only the future knows

will the future share its secrets?

i ask the future

and the future says nothing

the past whispers for me to have patience

the present coos to me,

keeping me sleepy

and lethargic

will the future share its secrets?