A Satire That Is

I want to write
But the voice inside my weary soul keeps on shutting the mind

I want to shout
But the inner peace within keeps on clouting the heart

I want to run free
But the thought of leaving keeps on shrouding the spree

I want to stay
But the thought of juggling everything with one hand keeps on stopping the replay

I want to shy away
But the passion in me keeps on feeding this lonesome day