Static

To stand is so tedious
To sit is a bore
I came not to lie down
I want something more
It’s movement I want
I need more to do!
There is nothing more splendid
Than "marcher dans la rue"
Please come to your senses
Try not to be rash
I’d like to concur
But instead I must clash
The sun is outstanding
The Bay blue and bright
Why must I be made
To breathe only at night?
Don’t keep me inside here
Let me roam free
A whole city and country
A world awaits me
What must I say
To convince, to compel
Or does my fate rest
In this static hell?

Copyright © 2004 by Emily Crichton