Release me!
Allow me to stand,
For I can remain seated no longer!
My muscles have atrophied,
And my joints ache,
Having been set so long,
In the unnatural.
Allow me to come to you again,
For my heart yearns for companionship.
Not long ago,
These words would have never been said.
I remember then,
When I made my bed,
How I used to wallow.
All those wasted hours of youth spent,
In the pursuit of leisure and solitude.
Should I consider it a great victory,
That having this condition forced upon me,
Would leave me so restless now?
I assumed I would excel at loneliness.
All my boasting about my introversion,
Has now returned meaningless.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” was my response,
“For soon the time for rest will end.”
Now it cannot end soon enough.
Only a little longer now,
Only a little time left hanging,
My feet not permitted to touch the ground,
Then I’ll turn the streets to flame,
As I run back to you.