Burn the box

Untethered, wild, mad

My thoughts drown in the dark or are drawn to the stars

Ocean floor or the skies above

I look for little cracks to pull it all apart

I don't color inside the lines

It's smudges and torn pages

I don't fit inside a box

It's dissent and sand storms

I will tear your multiple choice papers 

Darling, I make up my own tests 

I will risk everything, put my life on the line, fall into an abyss if I have to

Just so that I can be me

Untethered, wild, mad

Not elegant, not coherent, not always sensible

All that's left of me are my thoughts

Sit beside me and I will listen to you battling it

I will play the trumpet of victory  if your thoughts are sharp enough to cut mine

Don't waste a boundary line around me

I carve doors on the edges 

Don't build a box for safety

I want to burn it all

Don't make my options your business

I don't play by the rules

Untethered, wild, mad

All that's  left of me are my thoughts