The light of the moon

creates energy inside of my soul.

Clear skies and roads

All of which marks the start of “Somewhere.”

Here, this energy builds up and remains unused.

Like a time bomb

I feel I’m ready to blow and as if someone has lit my fuse.

The chains that hold me here

Soon will become broken as I explode and run, free, away.

From the Judgmental Youth and the money hungry Debtors

I have a life to live and live such I shall.

Where I shall end up

I do not know

At least I’ll be in a more open space

where I could possibly grow.