Goodbyes

Step on me. See if I scream!
Who knows by now,
If I will scream!

Cages.
They're like cages.

And I know what I want, but what's the "right"
Way to have it?
To love?
To be loved?
To say goodbye?
To leave for good?

Cages.

My heart beats with winds and breeze,
That trail over oceans
Where there, we can always meet...

But now...

No, not really, huh?!
Not really.

In all my wisdom, I still search...
How may I be love?

And how is it I can be this to myself
"The right way"
And how does this effect,
The way I am loved?
And the way I love?

There will be a time.
Today...

It is not it.