Is it the stars, the moon, or the land on which I stroll?
The wind pulls me into your arms.
I tear apart this earth and destruct in man-made aspects.
Yet as much as I drown under the pull of the ocean,
My misunderstandings become clear with your words.
I become a storm of fury fighting against ignorance.
I start to blame the structure of society that puts mankind into a trance.
I want to abandon this manipulation of rules and logic, and soar off of this cliff
and when I fall
I am caught into your trusted, cradling arms
And then you cease to exist.
Sometimes the only time I feel completely free is when I am alone.
And can be myself with no one to judge or miscalculate me.
And sometimes I cry.
No one may console.
I wake up the hibernation
And I start to flee.
I run so fast that I cannot be caught.
And I reach the edge of that cliff
And I free fall until I crash into rock bottom.
But I pick myself up and walk back in solitude.
I never completely disappear;
Reality has come upon me.
And I can’t see or feel you here.
– Tia D. O’Grady