home is with you and you are not here
i felt so free in the afternoon sun
now, i just feel locked up
caged
locked in this room
white walls
questions i need to know the answers to
what a fountain of knowledge i have grown to be
cold and purposeless
i want to run in the mountains and desert where i grew up
hold your hand so tight
your bed doesn’t trap me the same way that my own does
cramped desk
i can’t help the strangers i have grown to love
i’m tired
of always having to be here
always having to know the answers
i don’t want this anymore
