There’s a time in life when your head says stop,
At the same time my heart would rather not.
I’ve played overseas and I want much more,
But the world around me is shutting the door.
It’s not east having wings like these,
It’s too hard for everyone to be pleased.
I scratch my head and bite heard on my lip,
I just can’t help but rock this ship.
If I stop will I ever start again,
If you made me you couldn’t be my friend.
So I stand still head turning in the wind,
Listening for a whistle hoping it will sing.
Lost in freedom and spoilt by choice,
Need an ear to listen to the cries in my voice.
The world offers handcuffs as a comfortable fit,
Do I offer my wrists and willingly sit.
I’ve started putting to bed my adventurous side,
The clamouring of society will…
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