An Untethered Spirit

An Untethered Spirit

I had a spirit in me once

Effervescent, volatile

Streaming its course

On sprightly, agile nerves

Itself it spent, tethered

To lowly designs

Engineered not by fate

Nor me, in conscious

The lure of comfort

And the involuntary

My fading impulse too

All symptoms of a rot

This lust for a plateau

And old, efficient processes

Strangles my spirit

And my pursuit of new

Where does one go now

If the shackles were to fall?

Are not the flights of spirit

Life's fallacies and fantasies?

Back then when I lived

Seeked never an answer such

For in the day I soared

And nights I dreamt

I shall ask not again, to where?

Fate deserves a mad march hare

Beyond the sky let me soar again

Saddled to my spirit's flight

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