Tied down chained up
Refusing to budge
Friends are letting go
Hard not to hold a grudge

Mind made up
Praying for that chance to fly
I’m a lonely man
Too fed up to lie

No refuge to be found
Stuck in place for days
Life’s gotten ahead of me
I sure hope patience pays

Biding my time with music
Trying new food and drink
Taking walks and making talk
Too much time to think

Making the most of my freedom
‘Til freedom makes the most of me
Feel so small looking at the sky
Living footnote of history

I find meaning in each melody
Purpose in sight and taste
Goals in my thoughts and dreams
Too bad they go to waste

In the end we’re all the same
Humans with minds and souls
The difference between me and them
Is that I don’t think I’m whole.

-Tyler Woodbridge

1/12/10