The Freeze

What a happy place

A canopy of branches

On a bed of green

What a lovely scene

Now among the wild

With eyes upon me

I'm afraid to breathe

I am only flesh and bone

Running through the great unknown

Stumbling over sticks and stones

Til I'm down upon my knees

Suddenly the day is night

Things aren't always black and white

They talk about the fight or flight

They don't talk about the freeze

When your happy place

Is suddenly a stranger

You feel the danger

Of where the wild things are

When you want to run

But you're bearing the weight

The branch-like fingers

Of a clumsy boy

Once an open sky

There's suddenly a ceiling

And you're forced to feel

I am only flesh and bone

Running through the great unknown

Stumbling over sticks and stones

Til I'm down upon my knees

Suddenly the day is night

Things aren't always black and white

They talk about the fight or flight

They don't talk about the freeze

I don't need your sympathy

It doesn't heal the wounds in me

We can talk endlessly

And it doesn't change a thing

It means nothing in the dead of night

When things aren't always black and white

We talk about the fight or flight

We don't talk about the freeze

My body is frozen

Down on my knees

No fighting

No fleeing

I'm in the freeze