It's Not Your Discission

It rings slow and steady,

Matching to my rocking.

A folded shelter forbidding the entry of you.

Blinking once-

Twice,

Triple lashes whip each other as well.

Like shallow echoes of the bells

Through each collapsing second.

Waiting for the words to stop,

Hovering over my quickened pulse

Back and forth I go and so does my vision;

One mg and one sip of water per day

And one indifferent stare later it becomes

Invisible.

Floating through oasis after oasis

With the clouds inviting with their light facade.

But no amount of water or mg can erase the alluding illustration,

Capturing a hope I can not share as your words protrude the silver palace

You barricade with a steady,

Drip,

Drop,

The clock is not to stop.

The race carefully quickens but I stay still.

The wind blows through my ears though it bounces off the water.

Flowing throughout,

Waiting to be popped,

A bursted surprise of waterfalls on each side.

Cascading through limbs attached to me too stunted-

Wobbling around like a horse trying to gallop by swimming.

Though should I remember its

All in my head.

You should want to 

There's a reason why…

Everyone wants to..

Yes,

It seems to be the case sealed shut with iron bolts,

Chilling to the touch,

Goosebumps match each raised mark

And colored lines the fabrics don’t show.

How can I run?

I am blind to it apparently.

Just take a class!

I don’t want to-

But you have to; everyone does!

What about me?

I don't and even as I stumble,

Veering sideways too often.

But sight of it is a feather floating away ever too slowly

And will never change direction.

It follows the ridges.

Scars in the canyons that cut

Deep into your

Precious necessity

That I spit on with lilts that

Get you to stumble for once.