Yes, I’m free to roam, free to soak up the sun
But I’m not free to fly as my wings have been tied
My short feet carry me to places not too distant
My imagination takes me to the unimaginable corners of the world
But what about my heart?
It wants to fly,
It wants to see the world from the top.
If only someone would untie the knots in my wings
But the world does not see my heart
It does not understand my desires
It sees only my luck, my accomplishments, and my future
Why is it that though I’ve got what others want, I want what others have?
My heart yearns to break free from the knots I’ve been put in
But no one wants to help me escape
They just want me to follow my predestined path but I want to fly
Far far away towards the sun
I wrote this poem a long time ago but thought I’d post it for WordPress’ Writing 101 (Poetry) topic: Freedom.