Sense

I stand, my face against the wind,
A sentinel of ages,
My eyelids shut, my mouth closed tight,
And trace words on the pages,
My soul a pen, the world a book,
My thoughts are scattered, left to fly,
I daren't wake, I daren't look,
My sanity is left to die,
I feel the wall in front of me,
And touch the glass with searching mind,
My thoughts are split and torn apart,
My bond long broken from mankind,
A statue in the gale storm,
I walk away, still left behind,
I burn the ties and break the chains,
And slowly wander from my mind.