Pause.
Would you call it an opportunity?
There is something there,
Right in front of you.
You never thought about it before.
But then the walls weren’t pressing in all around you
The ground wasn’t swallowing you whole constantly
Escape didn’t look so out of reach
But now an option hooks your attention
Like a fishing line
It doesn’t shine like a dream come true
A tempting poison offering a sinister way out
An end to the twisted reality
But it is also a stop to everything else.
You become nothing.
Would you call it an opportunity?
Opportunity to nothing.
