Confined Poem by Al J. Cuesta

Confined, acutely refined to being alone, acutely refined to solitude
Thinking of ways to spend my time and procrastinating my way out of pondering
Seems in times of despair we still rely on servitude
We fall under the schemes laid upon us from above without blinking
Not for a second, not for a minute, not for an hour
Not for a moment have you stoped being on my mind
My dreams may turn to nightmares, but my heart still warm and kind
With you
Or without you
I don't care, but I do mind
I can't help but think ‘bout you all the time
The blue breeze that kindly baffles a-me
Your blue-eyed bleeding kisses still bewilder a-me
But this time in my head, this time not away, but present
Present in a prison designed by myself, my home
My home, so lonely, so often seen now, it has become absent
Absent of life, absent of emotion, absent of heart
Heart you may have taken away from me before I even got here
Before we even got here, to this here situation, do you hear?
You don't
You can't
Even if you could, you won't
Confined thoughts of a brain that's always been confined
Nothing new here to see
No-one to pretend to be
But myself, and myself only
Even if you still can't see it
Even if others still don't know me
Even if I have to re-discover myself again and again
I still will, because I will still, get confused…
By persistent incoherent perceptions from other people
By so called perceptive souls that are fast to judge
By my permissive ears so pleasingly open to new possibilities
By persuasive perspicuous ponderings
By pertinent, or impertinent, conclusions
These are the things that get to me
These are the things that change my ways
I try not to listen but the world still seems insane
And so fast to call out
And so fast to decide
And so fast to put you in a box
And keep you there
Separate from the rest
So slow to get you out of there
Stood above you, for you are never the best
How could you be?
The trick is to consistently improve
To turn the corner and to move
To take your chances and just groove
With the flow, groove with the flow
Don't let anybody know
That it gets to you
Just groove along
Groove along now
Groove
Groove along and prove
That evolution means to move
Although theres nothing left to prove
Its actually all out there
When a confined, an acutely refined to solitude mind
Thinks of ways of spending time
The only answer is to dance
To get from here to there,
Without going anywhere
Like it always does
Like it will always do
Like my heart will always feel for you
Confined, or not