Is it this which I shall overcome
to soar among the birds?
To watch the roaming deer
move across the land in herds?
To hold myself steady
as the floor beneath me quakes?
To feel as safe and calm
as the child who hardly wakes?
Or am I destined to a prison
one that I cannot escape?
One that lives inside my mind
and haunts my nightmares while awake?
I clutch the arm beside me
in hopes it keeps me safe.
An order it cannot fulfill
a job it cannot keep.
For it floats among the clouds with me
it's body half asleep.
To fly up high without a worry
to leave the world but in no hurry.
To come back down
so safe and sound.
And never once to doubt.
