Solitude

Sometimes I have to travel miles
to lock myself off from the world
sometimes I can make absent
my thoughts in a second

but if the same thoughts return
then they weren’t really forgotten
and even if I travel to the ends of the earth
the same recurring thoughts

still persist, am I trapped in a world
where I am my own limitation?
spontaneous and passionate
instead listless and dull

no more glitter and gold
just bland black emptiness
boundaries are there to be crossed
but self-made boundaries are torturous

self doubt and paranoia, insomnia
and then too much sleep without dreams
when will my tired eyes surrender?