Filling up the spaces in between here and there,
a wealth of empty spaces full of air
and I’m running, through all the wondering,
Freedom can be scary – having no place to rest
flitting from one to another, which is best?
Nothing feels right;
too large and too tight,
so I’m wandering free.
Watching others touch down, find a place to fit.
Perhaps it’s an instinct? Something I have missed.
I keep running, searching and wondering,