This room

As I sit in this room I have come to find;
Narcotics, depression, and money all intertwine.
To my knowledge, this condition is not mine,
but knowledge fleets, as well as time.

From ashes I rose, with dust I shall sleep,
Remember me not as a wolf but a sheep.
Lest not my soul be carried into the deep,
but fly from this room, still humble and meek.

Classical music, far from my age
fuels my grey matter with words for a page
To escape this captor and surrender this rage
So in my future, this room won't be a cage.