prayer for the faithless

I am my own prisoner
But I know not where I hid the key
Perhaps I've discarded it down the rubbish chute --
Along with the rest of me.

These chains that bind me to this void
That I wake up to everyday
Hold me fast, unflinching,cold and cruel
'til I can't spirit myself away.

But then how could I
When all might and main have been cast aside?
I'd rather lie catatonic on my bed
Then take sprightly leaps with arms open wide.

So I am my own prisoner
With nary a care where I misplaced the key.
But perhaps You could help me recover it --
Along with the rest of me.

---- circa 11th October 2003.