Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Like a bird,
My souls not to be
Caged or fettered,
Yet here I sit,
My prison closing in on me
I can't spread my wings and fly
So I escape out my eyes
Soaring in mind
They can't put a lock
On my imagination,
I will break free,
I will glide across
The vast expanse of sky.

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