Constellations Of The Mind

There Must Be More To Life

Locked into place,

Feet stuck on concrete ground,

Never going anywhere,

Scolded for wearing a frown.

They just don't get it.

I'm ready to fly,

To soar,

To feel the fabric of the sky,

But they say no,

That I can't go.

I don't want to stay here

Where the days drag on,

And events bleed into each other

And fog over like windows on a humid morning,

Leaving me with a dull interpretation of life.

There must be more than this.

There has to be.

I have to find it.

I'll find it.