On your artful stage,
You gave me a role.
When your hands sway
I just play along
Like a puppet.

You have locked my voice,
It is collateral,
My mime you rejoice:
An art, Instrumental,
With words unsaid.

I succumb to your hand,
A merciful bondage,
To my life, you append
An eternal forage
Searching solace.

I pray to your grace,
I wish to see more,
to be some place
Away from here, so…
“Wouldn’t you stay?”