The void

There are things in life, and then there are more
at times you just need to open the door
let the winds of change come in
and welcome them with open arms

the old couch, weathered and beaten
contoured to years of sitting on it
no longer the new kid on the block
growing old gracefully

the need for a new breath
the smell of the hills and the ocean breeze
everyone wants to escape there - to the shore
just so many shackles, too many wanting more

the ivy grows, creeps up on the trunk
clinging on like a leech on skin
eating up the sunlight and strangling the tree
someone needs to break in

its time now, I'm free like a bird
why then do i not soar up in flight
its inexplicable, the restraint
no chains now leaving a void