Mind Map

Gravity gone wrong, my feet is gradually drifted off the ground
Like I'm starring on a scene of desolation in a SciFi movie and no one's around
Now my horizon's likened to Superman's though I've got no cape
Been confined to just walking, running and jumping its time to escape

This is the feeling I get when I'm extremely HIGH
Not basically on weed nor intoxication with Red wine
Its just me in a wonderland of strings of thoughts leaping rhythmically like choreographers
Casted in oblivion on a Mind-Map that can't be traced by a league of cartographers 

This is exactly what it feels like when I'm locked up in my closet 
The Genesis of incarnation of a lone poet 
Sauntering about through thoughts
Wavering through rough edges and sharp cuts

Its a .... Moment of self release... From grievous restraints and constraints honed by  outsiders

~David Oyetoyan© 2017