Stifled
By my own thoughts,
I am trapped in the essence of new beginnings…
Shunned, to the pockets of tumultuous thinking.

I want to walk the path of joy once more.
To be free, 
Breathing and dancing in the smoothest uproar.

This feels like the furthest i have strayed.
Blinded by the games i should have once played.

I do feel stuck.
Hung up,
On the blue fence like a wall flower.
Begging to find my wings,
Or something to devour. 

Maybe i will fly high,
Or maybe I retire.
But i do feel stuck…
Frozen in time,
And tired.