cassette.

throwing back in time
in my mind
while listening to some old song
making a brand new inspiration
doing what I really want to do
writing it down
not leaving my demons to control the whispers
feeling like a 80's song atmosphere
lied down in my bed
travelling in thoughts
breathing until the last breath
the wind dance with the leaves in the tree before my window
locked up but so free here
even though it is not enough
I crave for an end to this cycle whole
I want more
and that's not a crime to commit
freedom is in my hands
I just do not know how to embrace it without smothering it
like I did many times before
another music plays and

restless, I stay.