The clocktower library: Prison

This damned spiraling staircase
All this words that
Give chase
To my mind
All this books in
This damned cramped library
Every single one
Permanent and
Temporary
All this damned memories
are but a Prison
for
my future

the clocktowers
never-tiring
flow of time
binding me
to this place

Do i
keep all these books,
its words, its lines
written on my soul
or do they
keep
me?