Linear Thoughts

Somehow,
I've found myself alone in a place I don't recognize.
I look around me,
But the walls I see are too high.
I can walk straight,
Or I can call out,
But there's no turning back.

After a while my feet will become sore,
And I'll stop to look back up.
I still don't see anything.
The road seems endless,
And every step I take is another from a familiar silence.

I hear cars up ahead,
And I sprint for a hope to see something else.
Running,
Running,
Running,
I come to another stumbling halt,
And feel like I'm no closer than I was.

My eyes close,
And I imagine a place much different than this.
A warm bed,
Overhanging lights with a fan that spins,
And my bedroom door wide open still.

Perhaps my mind is but a linear place I can escape to.
There is no end to my thoughts,
And only an imagined background to surround them.
My ears ring at the silence...

I cannot escape myself,
With a mind that only goes one way.