Zig-Zag

1st April '07

I flap my hands to fly, towards freedom
I run out to gasp for air
I wish for oxygen, pure
It comes in installments, rationed 2 days in 3 months.

I collapse in reminiscence of the flight of freedom
I dream a reality which floats in the subconscious
I look for home
I still keep looking

I go zig
I go zag
I go zig-zag zig-zag
Again and again
Stop then start again

Strong arms to hold me
Strength which shakes me to see
Moments which fill me up
Restless I get for you