how can I escape
when the chains that bind me are
of my own making?
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how can I escape
when the chains that bind me are
of my own making?
of my own making
i rattle the bars and scream
when the door is there
When the door is there
am I coming or going?
see the perspectives?
see the perspectives
when I examine my life
as seen through your eyes
As seen through your eyes
the linear blacks and whites
the rainbow can wait?
what a lovely line to give kiz paws
the rainbow can wait
for now I am enjoying
reaching towards it
Reaching towards it
half the fun is the waiting
anticipating
[thank you, Fifth! This is fun!]
anticipating
the next phrase reminds me of
waiting for rainbows :)
waiting for rainbows
written across the wide sky
after a hard rain
after a hard rain
Earth relaxes, replete from
massaging fingers
massaging fingers
easing my tired weary soul
into a quite peace
Into a quite peace-
My mind saunters lazily
In the summer breeze
in the summer breeze
all my worries drift away
leaving me lighter
(this is hard for southerners)
Leaving me lighter
I cast away my worries
And kicked up my heals
and kicked up my heels
and danced freely on the grass
to my very own tune