all the wrong reasons

hold me down
while I idly
waste away as
time eats the
momentary days but
like a subtle
disease I am
a fly caught
in the bottle
and with only
a brief life
and exposure to
the moment when
air met space
and there was
music to the
light we see

I can only
aspire to reach
my eternal love
to touch that
siren who sings
me to shipwreck:
So she can
take this life
and that space
which makes me
free and release me
from this cruel
and beautiful world.