Gate Number 8
I sit and wait
For gate number 8
To open its doors and set me free
Free to what
Free to where
Free to go here and there
Breaking through the glass that encases my
Fragile mind
Free to think
About whatever I please
A bird one minute
The ocean the next
But this constant thought of you will
Never rest
And I wouldn’t want it to--it occupies my time
And keep in mind that I would have
Nothing less
Copyright © Tanika Cooks | Year Posted 2007
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