i should have so much to say tonight
i should be writing poems left and right
i should be bleeding out all the pain
as we place ourselves upon a plane

my words were lost in early morning
my dream lost to another mourning
you’re going to Spain! they shout at me
as if these four words could set me free

i lost that freedom’s choice months ago
when they transformed their yes to a no
i want to shout upon the rooftop
the dream i had that they couldn’t stop

instead i listen to today’s muse
my fire out, in search of a fuse
one that will light up all my desires
and fuel my courage when faced with fires