The words escape me,
They were once locked up
Easily accessible,
But now they are their own boss
It would seem.
I struggle to contact them
And they ignore me,
Like petulant children,
Playing just out of reach,
In a fog.
The words escape me,
They were once tethered to my mind,
Like a horse to a rail,
Easily ridden to new destinations,
Willingly.
But now they taunt me,
From a distance.
Like a bully mocks his victim.
The words escape me,
Like butterflies,
Fleeting across open fields, playfully
While I run about flailing,
Desperately,
Attempting to pin down
Freedom itself.
The words escape me.
If you see them,
Tell them I said hello.
