Some(-thing/-one) is winding me tightly around a steel pole,
wringing my insides and all my desires out into a glass bowl.
It’s crystal clear under the sun and in the bowl; that’s who I am inside;
A man, defined by what he wants and what he wants to be.
Lust. I only want to be free, and to dwell in the place of
restful calm. Hate. I seek nothing more than to be free, satisfied in the soul,
within a garden of truth. Anger. I crave freedom and
the dancing on that narrow walkway. Pride. But someone
is forcing the dark depths of my nature out. Rescue me.
Maybe after everything is drained– Joy – will I then find myself
In the shadow of a true Love. I will probably then lie in
The quiet – Life – green, next to a gentle stream which will bring
– Peace – refreshment to my parched being. Someone will take me
There, I know it. In fact, I feel him even now.