A tether.
No, i am not talking to you,
i am talking to me, about me.
I need a tether,
something to hold me down,
to secure my heart and mind from floating free.
In the strong winds that flash about,
threatening my very soul.
Freedom, is what we all want,
but not that kind,
for we are then slaves to the very wind.
Too long has this part of my mind been silent.
Too long since i heard me speak.
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