I Can'T Move Or I Would Poem by Fallen Too Far

music clinging to my ears
dripping off like a warm syrup of sound
i watch the clouds i love
run away from me
and the windows grow smaller
shrinking away like sick dogs
taking with them the freedom of the sky
and my knees itch with the need
like an addict
to leave everything behind and fly free
but the bees sing in my ear
buzzing their way into my forgetfulness and they warn me
of my fear, my pending dangerous situations
i create, of course, from memory
and hold me to this same beat rocking in my head
'Stuck.Stuck.Stuck.Stuck.'