to catch the passing wind of my love

between rigid lines i stood. 

steer me close or leave 

me be. 

i couldn't trace 

my steps 

anymore. not the little girl
that squeals 

upon 

approval. i've grown past that. 

a sad fact, yes i know,
in barely a year, i couldn't
walk this path 

anymore. 

new exposure, 

i demand,
new experience, give it 

to me or i will snatch.

we used to be
such a great team, 

the heydays, when

everybody 

is so happy.

the days 

when i proudly claim 

i came 

for the passion. yet now, 

i am just plain 

calculative. 'the pay 

is not high, how could i
survive? with bills 

not paid and tickets to my dream 

not purchased, 

how could i 

afford to stay 

with this meager pay.

my goodness, i claim 

in realization. 

people are leaving 

slowly but surely, 

to follow their dreams,

and to carve

a better love. 

with choices in abundance, 

this is not living 

in wild abandonment.

its not just 

going through the motions,

its about liberation

from the steel bars 

of my mind. 

through the waves of protest,

or yelps of exultation, i will 

subsist, in those days 

to come.

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