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.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
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.