HANGING ON BY A THREAD...

Sometimes you’re holding on by a thread.
Not six strand embroidery thread or nylon
But that thin white cotton stuff.

Sometimes you’re being held down by a chain.
Tied to a tree, keeping you from going to far
Choking you as you trying to get loose.

Sometimes you are being led by the reigns.
Made to run around and around in circles,
They are trying to break you. They will use the whip.

Sometimes you are a kite.
Tethered to a stick, up and down, side to side.
Dependant on the fickle wind and some fool at the controls
You want to be free but don’t want him to let go.

Sometimes you are caged on the roof top.
No room to move, you know how to get home again,
If only they would release you.

And…
Sometimes you are let free.
There is still a piece of that thread but this time
It holds a message for the world.

Cut the thread.
Break the chain.
Let loose of the reigns.
Give me over to the wind.
Sell the cage.
I was meant to be free.