Breaking free should be easy
for that is where I want
and where I need to be.
Sometimes, however, the pieces
cut like glass and I must wait
for the bleeding to pass.

Experimenting with altered states
with friends, I try my wings
knowing that they will love and
care for me ‘til the hour, late.
Mixed with Calexico’s chords,
Andrew Bird’s voice floats over
his violin strings straining tears.

These are the sounds I hear
as I close my eyes and
remember who I am
and how I got here
knowing at the end of the day
I will be going home.