Solitary

[QDeathstar]

Free in Solitary

I'm free, in solitary confines.
My body is stationary, but mind defined.
I steal my solace from distress.
Casting free this suit of flesh,
I encounter an alter-consciousness these two lines feel really cheesy to me. The rest of the poem is educated. Suit of flesh is a ridiculous image for this poem.
where imagination rules unconfined.
Tiny atoms whisper rhymes
of merry play and ringing chimes.
I'm bent across the sill of possibility
floating aimlessly and free.

Time now, my friend, not foe.
And I clutch it to my heart
to make it so: with force of fury
bent upon my soul and mind.
Sweet dreams, where urgent passions show
two faces of this confine grow;
shades of loneliness and excitement
lighting distant paths to know,
a wealth of visions, those paths aglow.

A myriad of dreams engage
and float upon a crystal sea;
as does the swan so gracefully
leave behind his traces aimlessly.
As I, free in solitary confines
float with open curiosity.
I leave behind my traces aimlessly,
for some poor fool to follow me.

The ending of the poem makes me wonder; the speaker had the opportunity to go somewhere or discover something, but ended up wondering aimlessly? Why...