Tamed

Forgotten, back broken without strength to fight. Fight against the strong arms of submission. But rather succumbing to it's spell. Subdued with a smothering fog covering the floor of the mind. The flames blown out from the chill in the nights air. Wild things want to remain free. Free to roam and lurk between walls and pose in disguise using unfamiliar tones understood solely by those not bound.

I peeked around the corner to see if I could see who was speaking. The words sounded familiar. They once were spoken directly to me, but now they are addressed to some stranger. I stared in their direction to see if they could understand the abstract. Some would rather speak figuratively without leaving anything to interpretation. I understand, but where is the mystery? It's not good to always live inside a box. Whenever the chance might present itself to inhale one might miss the moment having always lived within the stale aroma.