I’m confined by my want to be free.

I want to be at home, but my home is only me.

I can say I am doing okay; I make time in my day to remind me to see through.

So I chip at boulders, so I slowly dry the sea:

I am getting older, these things show that for me.

I am getting older, these things show that for me.

Care if I clarify what I mean to say by “I’m doing okay”?

I’m confined by my want to be free.

So I try to quit my wanting and my trying and just be.