I’m stir crazy when I’m stuck in a set form

When my true desire is to transform

I crave the wings of a bird to fly free

I wish to soar the air jovially

With spirit and no needs to conform

 

I have yet to discover my norm

With many sources that will inform

I’ll continue to search reality

I’m stir crazy when I’m stuck

 

There are moments when I have to reform

Respect and brave the inner storm

Everything will calm eventually

I am determined to fly free

Captivity won’t assist me to transform

I’m stir crazy when I’m stuck

 

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