People I miss, people I crave,
Can I skip my wanting everybody mood for a day?
Who wants the admiration,
When we can have all the attention?
Why I want someone to catch me when I fall,
But what if I don’t get injured.
What if I learn to float?
With my legs and a boat.
Is it okay to not feel okay?
When I fall I feel like standing up again,
Through all the scrapes and the pain.
I want to stand with the blood odour
On my legs.
I like being in the zone of trauma,
It makes me realize there is more to life than being in a coma.
I know the pain is misery,
But it’s wonderful to fly freely.
The prison isn’t the dwelling,
We have a whole woodland, where we can sing.
We can hop like a monkey,
And hiss like a viper,
We could float in the red sky,
So why to be in the slammer?