"Yearn" A Continuation of "Writer Inside of Me"

I told you about the concrete gerbil,

the one who is supposed to be there

but there are so many things behind closed doors,

so many faces behind masks.

I want to run freely without a wheel.

Hear the word want?

Does that surprise you?

It should not by now.

It haunts my everyday life.

If I were an airplane

I would probably sit on the ground.

I would WANT to fly.

I would sit and watch others

pass above me in the blue sky…

and yearn for what they have,

what they feel, how they live…free.