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