Part of me wants to fly,
The other is grounded,
Below the ground,
Which is what would happen if I would try to fly,
I don't know why,
This is not my voice,
This is not my day,
This is all happening,
And I don't think I have control,
But I know I was only one making the decisions,
I was the only one that chose to agree,
I could have fought,
But the battle was lost,
And the victory would have been nothing,
Which is not what it is now,
But what it is now is beyond my grasp,
I sit here among you,
Your care,
And I scream,
But I don't make a sound,
I write,
But no one will ever read this,
Or at least never understand it,
The way I do,
Which I guess means they would,
I feel it in my chest,
My heart,
My soul,
And my head,
But they are all different,
But they are all confused,
The parts,
The gears,
Their teeth are now breaking,
And not locking together,
My machine is not working,
My progress is stopped,
And continuing is only burning up the parts,
Which might be repaired,
But how,
I don't really know anyone who could now,
And I don't have any type of payment,
No way to work it out,
As I drift to a halt,
In the middle of this tundra,
All life frozen around me,
And the wolves are howling,
Watching from the shadows,
Waiting to grip my flesh with their teeth,
My words inviting them,
Giving them a path to follow,
But how can I cry for help,
Without.