howdy do this?

these wings have been resting...

i think this bird has thought them clipped
how do i fly when i have no air or space?
commitments, responsibility....stress
my feathers are molting
this building a nest business is more cause for concern
i thought i could just fly as i willed
from place to place
the thrill of soaring
i realize that a bed feels good
and those nights when i was alone in a strange place
they brought me here...
but for every change comes a ripple of changes
and i have to work to find those twigs and ribbons
and soaring has been placed on the side
i miss it, long for it, am devastated without it
devastated with it
how is this gonna work
how am i meant to thrive
cause without that freedom i feel like i can't breathe

what i need

"the way lies through gethsemane, through the city gate, outside the camp;
the way lies alone, and the way lies until there is no trace of a footstep left,
only the voice, 'follow me'."

my utmost for his highest