Sometimes I feel cornered.
Like a caged wolf.
Other times I feel free.
And eagle flying in the wind.
A wolf belongs with a pack.
An eagle goes solo.
Sometimes I feel as though I'm alone,
But I never am.
I isolate myself.
Do I do it for the attention?
I don't know.
But I feel caged and alone.
Sometimes my open heart is content.
I'm in my element.
I've got a pack.
Am I supposed to have one?
I don't know,
But I know I'm free.
You make me see the world.
You make me see my boundaries.
You make me see how I'm caged.
You help me fly,
But you are no crutch.
I can't see through my feelings.
I don't know how to feel.
I feel as though we can see the world together.
But then I feel as if I'm held down.
I'm flying.
My wings are clipped.
My wings are restored.
I don't know if I'm cornered and caged.
I don't know if I'm flying and free.
I just don't know.
