the V room

vehicles
travellers we all are
drawn by our nature, our personal industry
blown, driven, propelled
in search of one last truth
freedom

vision
wide open spaces
drawing you out of your earthly exile
until you look to the sky
confining you to the ground by its vast weight
of nothingness

vacuum
that state of learned helplessness
following you around
clinging to you like moss to the cliff face
hiding you from view

viewpoint
the feeling that somewhere you are being watched
your every move studied
your actions judged
somehow you have been found wanting
or so it seems