A steady hum vibrates my body,
and shallow breaths fill the day from morn to eve
A smoky remembrance of one longed for, but unknown
Stains the present, and jerks my chain
Pulling me back to the same place
I never get far
Someday I will, get some where or else think someone else.
I hope that in preparation for my trip to the past
I will slip of my collar
To think forward at last.

Souls of Liberty