The incessant ticking of my knee,
The countdown of a restless leg
As a reminder of energy unused and untapped.
My head, it needs to split like the atom
To liberate the surplus life of this life.
A flash of vibrant emotion,
A surge of wild abandon
Brought about by a roar of freedom
For that which lingers in this mineshaft
Of precious, simple being.
Prometheus he had it easy, a purpose.
I have no Eagle to eat my liver,
Just chains of lethargy and a rock,
Comfortable, safe and unchallenging
For this restless and unfocused mind.
My heart sings inside a sound-proof cage,
My artist hands twitch and drum in granite gauntlets
My mind is bound in an Iron Mask of dull awareness.
This needs to be remedied,
This silence must be broken.
Let me leap, to scream atop the mountain,
To swim against the current, to soar in the sky
With Prometheus’ Eagle
Where the world embraces me
In it’s endless horizons.