Every single time I chain my bike to a post

I wonder who would notice I left it unlocked

And how far they would have taken my bicycle

Had I not made sure to guard it form thieving hands.

I feel discomfort when I stifle potential

Like when I tie the ribbons I wear in my hair

So that they can’t float away, part of wind and sky

Like I suspect they secretly long so to be.

Every single time I lock bits of me away

To prevent others from leaving with what’s mine

I wonder how far we’d be if I trusted them

And they cared enough to bring back what’s me safely.