Clipped Wings

Light pierces through my breaking dawn
And I await the world anew
With expectation so remarkable it seizes the heart within my chest
Still I sit like a sparrow with wings clipped
Yearning to soar, for soar I must
Lest my fate be like those confined to the ground
But freedoms release is not mine to hold
Nor is the sweet satisfaction of rising beyond my wildest dreams
Pressing on me is the dark veil of unfortunate outcomes
Cocooned around these wings is an iron egg
Forcing this heir to the sky to walk along the earth
Forever constrained by missed chances
Broken opportunity turned to mortality
The cruelest fate for him destined to be immortal