Green House

 
 
    I am one- one out of the not so many-  
    that sees, & feels deeply the illusion- the dead end;  
    every waking moment- this "some-body"-  
    housing a flickery flame flighty energy;  
 
    buried alive while at the same time within as well as extension of the "belly of the beast....  
no wings to fly away- weighed down by the force of gravity;  
 
       a "greenhouse", is the one and only dream-that  
one's soul encased in this fleshy machine seeks;  
 Ideally the best quality of endless weed-  
 to take flight through a jungle called life-that keeps one held up and down like concrete....  
 
     a green house reality; a place where the soul could experience a nonstop peaceable release....  
that would make one's transition to the "other side" incredibly easy....