Where to rest your eyes when everything you see
You have already seen a million times?
Where to find your muse to commune with thee
When there is no door or window around?
A week, a month, a year… stretches forever
You have long forgotten how the real life looks like
In your solitary confinement, no visitor allowed
Your thoughts, feelings, wants and needs don’t matter
No one notice when insanity and loneliness strike
Do you have to be grateful that you are still alive?