Prisoner of my own desires

Here is something I wrote back in 1995 when I had faced the reality that my job had taken over my life. The realization that I had found myself chasing the American dream of monitary success only to realize that it was very lonely road I was on.

What is this day

When did it happen

How did I allow it to become me ?

When and how did I become a prisoner of my own desires for the freedom from the everyday mundane grind only to become a prisoner of what I’m trying to escape from ?

I don't know… To feel the pain of ones yearning to be... to love, to be loved

Once life was good, it still is, but at what cost.. 

A cost that cannot be measured by any monetary means

I watch life pass me behind the window that holds me prisoner

Only to wish I was part of the scenery about me

Only to pass it by, again and again…  

I've become a prisoner of my own desires.

Day’s turn into weeks

Weeks turn into months

Months turn into yrs

When does it end

When will I become part of the landscape I seek so desperately to become a part of

I dream of the days that will never be

I spend my days, weeks, months and yrs as a prisoner of my own desires