I strung the movements
with my heart.
With shrieks of desperate madness
to escape my self enfetter.
Paper beats rock but
My notes bounce back off blunt
damp stonewalls,
cornering me off.
I'm trapped.
My music goes nowhere,
An eternity's echo
Rings of despair
I model after myself,
each movement, each blow
A craft to my hole.
Where I yearn to see the open sky
Where my music can soar and fly
Just let it go,
Uncage it,
Let it flow.
I'm sleepy af when I wrote this