Sometimes he wants to run
Away from the fear inside, and
Travel to a distant place where
He can sit and hide. To walk
Along the water, feel the sand
Beneath his feet, to sit, to
Dream, to wonder, why is he
Not free. Inside himself he
Often feels like he's so very
Trapped, deep within his heart
And soul, Love's gifts lie
Untapped. At times he senses
The nature of the him he's set
To see, and then with fleeting
Quickness, he's left with only him.