maps

I look at maps everyday

I open my atlas and wish I could go away

but I can't

I'm stuck

the victim of

bad luck

stuck here in a hospital bed

with places I'd rather be instead

but I have my maps right here

in their world I disappear

within my maps my dreams are held

to live their lives for themselves

they take me places I can't go

in lands that I may never know

I can't move much without pain

but my wanderlust, it still remains

and I have my maps in my hands

in their world I understand

so do what you will for my behalf

I pray this injury will not last

that I might someday see the earth

but let me tell you for what it's worth

this life can be cruel and unkind

but I can travel inside my mind

I have my maps to pull me through

and for right now they'll have to do