Catastrophic claustrophobia.
Sardines packed in pods like peas.
No deviance they live oblivious,
Drifting off into their own sea.

A bird can’t fly when fettered by a broken wing,
It is unable to rise without the help of its peers.
Let go of the focus and simply soul sing.
And look to what the future brings.

To stir the anvil,
Time starts now,
Step to the mantle.
Trying to see light in the darkness,
But all I see is my candle.