I wish to fly

Meanwhile, meaningless roads meander by

I turn and squirm, I run and swim, I wish to fly

Take off from these tar roads of torture

But plastic baubles of memories litter my path 

And crystal droplets of a yesterday lost, 

seed fallow clouds with saline emotions

Cloud bursts flood and tempests shake 

The ground beneath leaves no space to breathe

I choke on bitter fumes of could-have-beens

Turn on tender taps of easy-pub-empathy

With every stranger I gain, I lose you a little 

But I turn and squirm, I run and swim, I wish to fly 

And lose the whole of you behind