Hey world! I'm coming to get you and you better believe that. I’m prisoner of my own mind now but when I break free. Oh boy, you’re going to see.
Things I’ve never done, places I never roamed. Well, my footprints are going to be all over you.
Life is sad here but I’m not going to accept it. Breaking free is my only option.
Or maybe this poem is just a moment of hope, flying away when my fingers stop.
In that case, if you see it will you bring it back to me?
I'll be here, preparing myself to what is soon to be.