I am a spiral, dragged down by the blackness
I see myself determined
I wish to be accepted
Bound to the earth
by my lifeless legs
looked down upon, pushed around, but I always get up to fight another day, to live another way
I will do whatever it takes
to get there,
to hold it in my hands as I look up to the world and the world looks down on me,
instead of vice versa.

I wish to stand up
I dream of my own independence.

One day I was liberated by an angel, helped up onto its
muscled shoulders.
That angel came and showed me the way, the way to fight
riding away from all my troubles, riding to windy freedom.

They used to stare, to point,
to whisper.
Yet now I look down from my lofty perch and laugh
at the wonder in their faces
as they watch me put him through
his paces,
one with him as we dance to music
only heard by the two
of us.

And now, as I sit and think of him
I see the way out of the black.
That way is on his back.