A Bound Muse

Sometimes I feel bound by my brain An artist held back by simple bars of my mental sanity I wish there was a key, a way of escape I wish to just take flight for once I wish to become more than just a being made to lay in these desolate skies Why do humans admire us? Why do they think we’re anything more than just ethereal lights upon the blank canvas of the night? I find myself gazing upon the humans down below, growing envious of their freedom They make art Art that speaks Art that thinks Art that means Art that I can’t create 

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇

I did not want to be Alone any longer, So I ran across the World; lived, loved Dreamed, laughed and Cried until I paused And wondered, and Wished to be alone. All over again.