Trapped

Sometimes I feel trapped in the the confines of a chair that holds so much more meaning than you will ever know.
I forget that the world under my feet won't longer move anymore because the signals will never reach where they are going.
My spine a broken bridge the cars never reaching where their supposed to go but knowing they have a place to be.

Sometimes I forget I can't walk, and I try to stand just to feel nothing to hold my weight.
To fall back with a little less hope each time of breaking free.

In this chair that reminds me that I will always be a prisoner of its metal cage,show casing to the world what has become of me without so many words to explain how.
Being trapped as I am in a body that used to know no limits that has to learn all over again.
How to use my hands in place of feet, to ask for help when I used to be able to stand to get simple things like a cup.
Or cans sitting high on the shelf just taunting me to stand, prove them wrong, that I wasn't just their bait
the ones who escaped.

Maybe I took it for granted, running, walking, standing, had I even thought about it,
maybe I would have missed it more knowing what I had to loose.
But I guess if I had to choose, living as I do seeing as I can, would I have
changed the way I thought, maybe but not enough to know that it wouldn't have
made a slightest difference in the way I am today.
So maybe I would have walked more.
Went for that jog I always said I wanted to go on.
Just so when I'd be confined to this metal case showing
me to the world of regret, I'd have a real reason to feel
Trapped.