dancing feet

I lay there thinking of happiness...
Questioning tears that gather behind the fading green in my eyes...
Where are you coming from...Where are you going to ?
What is the fire that you wish to put out ?
And why are my wings bleeding on my white bed sheets
Soaking cotton... soaking my feet ?

Elusive verses that I seek 
hide from the person I've become
I try to listen when they speak
I hear them scream my name and then:
"you cannot keep standing in line,
you're not another everyone
and why the hell you choose to stand...
look at your feet they're made to run?''

Look at my feet, they're made to run ...