The Mind of an Experiment

I’m not sure where it all went wrong,
Or when,
Or why

Sometimes I feel like the lessons serve no real purpose, 
The paths always diverge in an uncharted territory. 
The mountains are too tall to climb,
And I drown trying to pass through their waters. 

They messed with my platform,
I think,
Someone tampered with the wiring. 
They stuck their fingers in haphazardly, 
twisted and pulled – 

Hard

Now they just close the doors,
They lock their windows at night. 

I feel lost, 
albeit a little broken, 
in a world that doesn’t feel as deeply as it should. 
And I’m not sure I’ve been equipped with the power to fix it. 

BIATA

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