I am both the cat that runs up the tree and the dog that chases it there.

My restless soul
Body in exile
Will drop my role
A while.

I want to hear the exotic jargon roll off their tongues like sweet honey and run circles 'round my head; let the humid air rest on my skin; trudge the earth's clay in just my hiking boots; coast the rim of the azure with my fingertips; feel the sweat prickling above my lips and upon my brow. My hair long and tousled. Freedom.

My heart dreams of
Security
And hopeless love
Swallow me.

Heart-pacing-pounding-pivoting love; feel its beating rhythm rise and fall from my chest as you come near. You lead me out, swing me 'round, build me up, bring me down, and then you pull me close. I feel whole.

I know I have a purpose
I feel it deep within my bones
Sometimes I can hear its pulse
Emitting radiance and deep-sounding tones.

But I am my own message-in-a-bottle
Struggling with the pull of the sea
I try to reach the depths of my counterparts
Which I can see
But thick glass all around
It stands between me
And changing the world
I am powerless within my own muse.

If I could only manage
To break through
And make my greatest adventures
And romances come true
Like the breaking waves on the shores of untouched beaches and on the edges of my naive heart
Let us break through.

Let us break through.

Joie de vivre.