Across the room, in your corner, I watch you dig at concrete floor.
At brick-lined walls with nails you scrabble, fingers torn, bloodied, raw.
Where two walls meet, my back is lent; my eyes trace your hopeless quest.
I offered help, I knew the way, but you scorned me, you knew best.
You weren’t to know, within my grasp, freedom’s key sat silver and thin.
But not by tiny, shoveled spoonfuls would my escape begin.
You once stole my spoon to chip at mortar, instead you chipped the bowl.
But subtler ways, to worlds beyond walls, exist than through a hole.
Convex, concave, oval mirror passed before my eyes, distorts light
In its depths, twisting, bending forms build me worlds of colours bright
My thoughts stretch wide; encompass plains furnished by dreams fantastical
Step through portals, senses alive, amongst shadows I recall.
I long to share my journey with you, on this path you'll never find.
But navigation requires a teaspoon…and an open mind...
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