When the world is moving, living,
and I am longing,
when there are spheres
that I have never known
because I am here.
Because I have always been here--
held down by the tame and familiar,
expelled by that which is unfamiliar,
and yet unknown.
Indeed the forces which beckon me bind me still
and I am here.
I am here.
Still here
still longing
still waiting, wishing,
wanting
for when my chains will wither
and my world will be wielded
instead by will and conviction
to one day hear.