Pulling on my soul, wondering where it wants me to go.
This life is not my own; voluntarily shared with another;
A third pull, still not my own, but owed for giving me life.
Chained here, unable to move, unable to fly free.
Obligations are good and necessary.
Responsibility makes us feel needed.
But still, to soar away,
finding life anew,
It calls to me.
One day, I will answer that call.