Another Away

Time immaterial
It's threads
Loose
Floating freely on the air
A lulling song
Binding me
With soft restraint
Enough to still a struggle
Without raising alarm
Something unseemly
Niggling at the back of my mind
Not quite right
But not quite there;
I open my lips
To sing
Softly
With the tune
That trips the tongue
Which
Lacking better employment
Gently strums the stings
That bind my lips together.
A sweet melody
That lifts the soul
A kind of happiness
Almost
If only this something
Wrong
Would...
Really,
It's not like I can't
Move, I just
Can't go.