I run from here to there. Not because I am impatient, But because I’m tired. I feel like an anchored boat, Trying to leave the pier. I feel like the little star in the sky, Trying my best to shine bright. To keep myself busy, I run in circles. When I get tired, They call me lazy. I convince myself that its true, I do feel useless and blue. Can somebody tell me what to do? Should I keep running in circles, Like a bird in a cage. Occasionally showing my rage, Squeaking and scratching, At that dreadful cage. I can see each day, Passing away. Before my eyes, I can see it from the bars. The setting sun, The few passing cars. I want to reach out, And feel all of this, All of the things I’ve missed. No more rough waters I said, Only happy thoughts. This task is only for the brave, And, I’m sorry but I’m not.