I feel I am
Just like a bird with wings clipped, wandering
Aimlessly, like an animated corpse
Staring into the ocean while sun rays sear flesh
And I ponder about tomorrow
Grasping for meaning as thoughts percolate
And feet sink into hopeless sand
Yet, I feel I am
Made to fly, so lift me up
Above the directionless masses
Above chained doors and barred windows
Free to feel as I am
1 comment:
wow, my chest feels like flies are fluttering inside of me - its touching! thanks for that.
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