Form in me freedom.
For in me wanderlust is rampant,
And I want it to be your prodding, not my discontent.
Free me to be, truly;
Free me to be, fully.
Let me live in the light in the right frame of mind,
Devastated no longer by the absence of others,
The passing of time.
You create seasons for really good reasons, though I think them not.
Free me to be, truly,
Free me to be, fully,
Grateful for the fateful,
Content in contemplation,
Still in your stillness.
And let my life static be
Preserved intact, in your amber glass.
Knowing, because of you, I last.