I’m grasping for something.
I don’t know what it is but it’s something.
My mind is constantly wondering,
trying to figure out what’s good for me,
what’s best for me.
You see, I’ve been down some windy roads,
sometimes unclear of the way I should go.
that’s all that seems to come out on the paper.

You have a feeling it’s close.
You don’t want to rush it,
Consequences happen to people who rush.

Maybe I feel caged.
Like the bird at the zoo or the lion on display.
Yes, very exotic, and nice to look at,
but trapped nonetheless.

My heart is free but my sole is not.

-N