Out of time

Running endlessly on empty,
is there no one around to refuel me.

I sag under the pressure,
my mind about to break.

I need my wings to fly,
to be free and explore,

when did I become this rock on the floor?

Fear has become a friend of mine,
it creeps up slowly like a snake,
wrapping itself tightly around until I can't breath.

I want to be free,
untangle me from this fear
I want to be me,
whatever that may be.

I'm running out of time.

Christina Kirksey