My Mind's Greatest Desire

Shall I speak of my one and only desire, bound to haunt my mind,
Electricity pulsating through the confines of my cranium, wired too fast?
Though the clock is tick-tocking on, slipping through the hands of time to find
something lost long ago, wasted, racing to catch up with the past.

The past has no feeling, as I search for meaning within the grey matter.
My eyes take flight when closed and think of meeting birds that are free.
When I awake, the only trace they make are on the car windshield as a splatter,
their marked existence escapes the heads of most, but I say to them, I see

You.  You small feathered thing, I obsess over you. For four years, this is what I do
to occupy my time, time that keeps
 moving forward, never allowing me to fly:
Flying away from the circuitry that keeps me in. To escape, I have no clue.
The wires tie me up, so I can never sleep.

I desire not to be pent
up, to be unloaded like bird excrement.