Consistently inconsistent, I love those two words
Yet combined they never happen.
In my room by myself i'm fastened;
I have no wish to be free as a bird.

If I were that free, I'd not know what to do
I'd be aimless, freezing, drifting
Throughout time and space, sifting.
Though I admit i'd be much happier than you

It wouldn't be bad at all, I suppose
I'd travel where I please
Make camp in several tall trees;
Consistently free of a still life's pose.

But i'm no free man
I love my life's security.
With or without a plan
Inconsistent consistently.