There's a beat in my ear,
There's a beat in my feet.
It soothes, it comforts,
It looks familiar,
A childhood portrait,
The desire to run wild and free
Like distant mountains,
Lures me.

It's a constant search,
My arms are outreached,
My words,
A consistent plea for a breath of air.

It's a war with the world,
The impossibility of unwinding the vine around my neck,
As it winds round and round,
Full of life,
The life it sucks out of me.

Choking on the people who care,
But just a little too much.
The ungratefulness is bitter,
But would a caged bird,
Loved and pampered,
But seeking flight know of thankfulness?