My chains make music,

I dance to it.

Wild is the only thing I've dreamed of.

I haven't felt the touch of light.

I bathe myself in pretty things in my mind.

I'm free, dancing with the grass.

But a stranger would see a sad sight.

I'm just trying to paint the world I don't own.

I flirt with everything I want, but it's causing more damage because I'll never get them.

I thread with hope; the world I've patched together is beyond touch. I can't touch it, but oh I can, I can, I can.

When I dance, I trip and fall into a realm.
© Alex M.