Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Anxious I ...

“I’m fine”, a word I can freely utter
While, inside of me
I have feelings of disenchantment and clatter
See, rules don’t serve me well
They are for sworn soldiers
Who can’t go anywhere...
Until their contract is obsolete

As for me,
I want to flow freely, the way I was created
No limit, no barrier, no boundary
Else, I am suffocated
My foot itches to run away!

Pazion 2011