Bird As Fish

rage of cool inhibitions
that bids my blood to burn
Cold.
And slows its territory path
that ever more frustrate
and return to the place of small demise
That blocks great desires

Like an elephant lead
of nothing more than memories
of pain
of things gone bad.

We hate it.
But we hate ourselves still the more
when the leash holds us back
For we are not more than simple animals, bestial

We are no more than merely.