Prisoner.

As I lie down
Helpless to my frenemy
Doing things at her ease, her will
Life seems so slow
My already so slow paced life
And the time that I never had enough of
Just slips by
As I lay here
Slave to her wit
Confined in her gaol
A gaolbird
Seeking her mercy
I think of things I never thought of
How life seemed so slow,
How time seemed so fast,
And how I seemed so worthless,
To ever be looked at
Be taken care of
And, how right at this point of my involuntary surrender
All that matters is this 'I'
That was lost in this slipping and running
In catching up with that pace
Which would lose its existence
Were that 'I' to come to an end.