My body is trapped

My mind is free

The spirits that swirl from my body

must flee

and feel around me

the air that they plague

a mystical sense

so close and so vague 

like the fog of the morning

out of reach

yet so near

what might I grab on to next

as I tremble with fear

But I must accept this harsh feel

Reel it back 

Again and again

catch and release

The spirit of Ben