The mind- a free wanderer, Chained by emotion. Its icarian wings burn. A leap into the sea- Unfettered. A heart in a gloomy vault. A splendid isolation, Only not so splendid. An anchored heart, It sinks. The last dregs of the prison, Called life. The wind will blow , my dreary steps into your eyes; Welling tears and their overflow. All will be forgotten soon enough. An existance wiped clean.