I want to go out but my body doesn't allow me.
It's feeble bones trapping me inside it's organic cage.
If I was free, I would know no bounds. I'd make no mistakes, time wouldnt be profound.
I'd soar across past failures, and see what success brought me, perhaps the love that left never forgot me.
Or maybe, the ill-mannered actions I took, never happened.
My soul wants dearly to depart, but this thing called life clings desperately to my heart.
As if the leaving of my soul is the leaving of life.
Maybe I'll take the leap another night