Do you know of inner turmoil? Do you know of the pain within?
The turning and yearning, the moaning and groaning. Yearning to be free but being chained to the ground.
Eyes locked to the sky wondering and crying why oh why can't I be like them, those who dance upon the wind like leaves falling from the trees or rivers flowing freely through the meadows.
How are they so free while I stay here trapped without a key, scratching and clawing at the walls which surround me while laughter and slander cover me like a blanket and the murmuring of my enemies serenade me to sleep.
