12 January 2013
No matter how hard I try I can't make no sense Of us The things that once mattered Have no more worth I get tied up in knots The guilt lingers Draining me I become cloudy headed My breathing rapid Beads of sweat form Torturous feelings Chain me to you Should I stay Out of mere pity? Or start anew A beginning A new slate A clean sheet My heart flys I am flying To inner freedom No safety net No guilt Just myself Alone Flying Somewhere
©Kim Brown 12th January 2013
Flying Somewhere • Opuss № I