The floor is sticky,
It tugs at my feet as to keep them in place,
And refuses to let me abandon it.
Liquid chocolate courses through my veins,
Rushing to elate me,
Break the bond the floor has made.
A smile crinkles the edges of my cheeks,
And effort pushes my calves as if to move me from place.
Can someone cut away this floor,
So that I can hurry?
I need to get there.
Let me go.
Set flames to my tracks so my steps are quickened.
The fire lapping at my heels,
As I blaze my trail.
I need to get there.
Let me go.
Could someone set flames to my heart,
So I never forget this longing?
The fire reminding me to continue,
And I can reach it.
I need to get there.
I have to go.
But this floor pains me,
It covers my toes in goo,
and it oozes,
caramel melting,
I can get there,
But I'm stuck.
I have to go.
Free me.