In sickness I awoke today a shadow of my spirit.
My head was full of thoughts unvoiced
and emotions left to fester.
Someday I'll let them all run loose
and scald the air with life.
But today they'll collect from dripping
from the places I forgot to hide.
I long for a road to run away from all my responsibility.
Sometimes it's dirt and all my troubles filth the air behind me.
Sometimes it's grass and I go slower enjoying the rocky ride.
Somtimes it's sand and I get stuck from problems I left behind.
But then sometimes I stay with structure on pathways made of brick
And I can't see a different road though there are thousands I could pick.
But all I need to run away is the kiss of wind upon my face
Assuring me that leaving is the answer I should take.
A road for my thoughts and a road for my soul
I choose to loosen my grip on control.
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