Breakaway, tempest shout, silent on your path,
Where wanders on a passage from an open stable life,
Yearning gaze projecting at the road's horizon slash,
Burning with my driving strife:
The tricks are bottled as the tents about collapse,
As the looming face of clowning red-white swell until relapse:
The hopes of anger,
The laughs of hope,
As the thoughts of old depression,
With each step define a rope.
When the straw snapped
It was someone else's force.
When the line snapped
You were only holding on,
Fingers in the middle.
Breakaway, new life,
Running once forever,
Practicing your new trick:
Neck twist as eyes lever.