set free

i am not a mystery to you
nor am i your toy
or your freedom
at least not anymore
but sometimes, i wake up
so early, the sun is not out
i can't see straight
but i'm grateful
the sun a reminder
that the night has passed
for better or for worse
and pass they do
quickly and then slowly
then quickly and then slowly again
time is rarely on your side
but you know i am a slave to the warmth
so you know you still have me
and that, well that is everything
everything at the exact same time
and those days i wonder
how soon until i am free
how soon can i go
you laugh, knowing
the answers are too far
too far for my legs to carry me
and besides
i can't really see straight