BOUND

My eyes fly open, and I scamper,

Scamper, fast as I can, before I hamper,

Hamper another day, ruin this recurring dream,

Dream, I cannot achieve, unless I reach the stream

 

Streaming down my face, tears of joy bolt,

Bolt on my door, as my jammed car revolts,

Revolt clouds my mind as the dream threatens to fade,

Fade, into a new scene, through the water I wade

Wading through the waves, I marvel at my reach,

Reached after a year, I admire, detail each,

Each inch takes me close, alas I will discover,

Discover, the secret of the scent that refuses to hover

Hovering upon the edge, a shadow trying to hide,

“Hide all you want,” I sigh, “to you, your scent will guide”,

Guide it does, but to an empty, beautiful land,

Land, out of my thoughts, no less, I push away a strand

Stranded on this land, I discover my own being,

Being silent and still, self-awareness rings,

Ringing new sounds, my ears perk up and pound,

Pounds of weight is lifted, and I no longer am bound.