I wasn’t confined to him anymore; he always kept me inside,

Yelling at me whenever I came to him; he’d say, damn it, you’re always getting in the way,

There were others like me, with an ‘owner’ too; we planned to run, run as far as possible,

Maybe even see each other one day, in a new city; in a new house,

Repainted anew or the centerpiece of an art gallery or broken and rebuilt stronger

That’s my story, and yes we are all here now to meet up finally and _safe_ together.