My skin

If I redid my day,
This wouldn't be,

I feel my eyes dialate in the sun
Realizing freedom is gone,

If I chose the peices in my day
Where would I end up?

Would my mind be corrupt?

Better or worse, Ill be in the same place
in a body taking up space
trapt in a thin skin
Crawling clutching underneath
Hope you know
I'm letting go.