Some days I don't like to write.
Some days it's not so bad to.
I'm drifting. Drifting like the proverbial red ballon. Set free from the grip of an uncaring child whose lost his interest and patience with holding my leash. The wind guides me through my course of life.
But if makes me wonder if I'm not just a captive again. The wind pushes me were it wishes as I stride so hard to reach higher. To push my way out of this world.
My eyes can see the stars. Brighter then they've ever been in my life. So close. So close I can taste the fire that pulsates their lives. I can't get out though. The atmosphere keeps me bound to the world. Bound forever to stay stuck in a place I wish weren't my home.
I'm trying to find a hole. The hole we humans have created. It's so difficult. My thin skin is stretching. Ready to burst at any moment.
I just want out.
I'm drifting. Drifting like the proverbial red ballon. Set free from the grip of an uncaring child whose lost his interest and patience with holding my leash. The wind guides me through my course of life.
But if makes me wonder if I'm not just a captive again. The wind pushes me were it wishes as I stride so hard to reach higher. To push my way out of this world.
My eyes can see the stars. Brighter then they've ever been in my life. So close. So close I can taste the fire that pulsates their lives. I can't get out though. The atmosphere keeps me bound to the world. Bound forever to stay stuck in a place I wish weren't my home.
I'm trying to find a hole. The hole we humans have created. It's so difficult. My thin skin is stretching. Ready to burst at any moment.
I just want out.