Begging You in Kind

Pull me back
If you see me going away
With no plans to tell that day
Pull me back

Thinking of you I would pull back
But I'm finding it harder
Though I've grown no less fonder
To pull myself back

So pull me back
because I can't make up my mind
I beg you in kind
If you see me going away
With no plans to tell that day
Pull me back

The Dirty Window

Inside the house
Can't breathe
Run until my feet feel the grass
I take in the natural colors and light
To help the panic pass
A little feathered fellow flies from a tree
With their gift of flight and fancy
Could there be anything more free
It looks like a happiness we'll never know
As I keep watching,
The bird flies into the dirty window