Place of Chains

I grow very weary of the things that bind. Some travelers call them: treasures, responsibilities of life, enjoyments, and every day thoughts, activities of eating and living.

I long to be free again; flying on the wind. Once I was a hawk and another time a dragon. This time, I am a mouse scurrying from room to room- looking for stimulation.

Let me shatter this trance; and immerse my self in the river. The river will guide to my next adventure; leaving this place of self-imposed chains behind.