An aside to the wanderer in the wilderness of my home

Is it strange that 
I go spirally down the gyre
of life....
Some times I wonder
When I open my windows
Do I close my doors
When I pull my curtains apart
Dont I stay in?
When i speak volumes about 
a flight , 
Where are my
brooms, my pans, 
And my pangs of unfinished jobs leading me to?
cleaning,scrubbing , cooking
ohhhhhhh!
The clean grey tiles of my home
Tell you a tale
of a suspended time
I live everyday,
If you can see it.

The doors of my home that forces me back
into the never ending bondage.
Call it life.....

And you managed to escape all that  through
What you called  revelation