caged

you know what it's like

that pulsation

blood racing

head raging

as you pace, 

and you pace

back,

and forth,

back 

and forth

back 

and forth

until it becomes a rhythm

and you move,

in time

you catch the groove

and find the way 

slowly, 

obediently,

finding the nitch

 you move

in a steady pace

you groove

and slowly, 

slowly

slither through

a lone wolf

tracking the dawn

and again you choose 

to obey

that deep howl 

of your soul

your ability

to fly once more

over land

over sea,

touching ground

on the highest Mountain range

you rage again

and quietly

you stare

at the magnifigance

of the ever solitary 

Moon