Looks Weird

In between the walls,
inside the rooms
windows opening
into the garden.
which let me see 
the outer world
though a limited dimension,
 I spend the days.

Weeks, months and years 
have rolled  in their own space,
but to me it is a doldrum 
moving in snail’s space.
Like a caged  animal,
I pace up and down,
move from room to room
a body in motion.

My cars will go out of gear
a start, a raise and a switch off,
performed to keep them alive.
I open the gate, doors, so as to keep 
them  working. Goes the laundry,
the cooking, watering, bathing, 
cleaning non stop cause 
life has to go on.