Blank Walls in My Own Prison

Nothing to look forward to,
No end in sight.
The monotony of the day,
Has me in total fright.

Staring at a dark, white wall,
And seeing things within.
How far can I travel?
In a space that seems so thin.

Images of my future,
Are haunted by my past.
The years are but a moment,
And the minutes last and last.

So how far does this road go on?
Who has placed me here?
Why must I take a step at all?
I hesitate from fear.

Don't worry if I've gone away,
For it's nowhere that I'm bound.
It's nowhere that I'd rather be,
And I, nowhere has found.

.....written while at my boring job at the post office...which I finally got enough guts to quit that dreary place three years ago!