How I Feel Tonight.

friend of mine,

how i long to see you free-
to see you walking your own path,
singing your own song,
in your own voice.

i hear you praising the rollercoaster
that is now your life
and i think,
rollercoasters are extreme and
the constant crashing
and soaring heights
seem less and less
like cycles
and more like
power struggles.

friend of mine,

as your body bleeds
asking for your attention-
howling for your most tender care-
i see you sniffing the wind
chasing some elusive scent
of a man who has never been there,
and off you go-
running after his shadow again
the lingering scent
and the sense
that yes, he has just passed by here
are not enough to keep you warm.
not enough to fill you.
not enough to free you.

and the trail that he leaves
will not lead you
back to yourself.
only further away.