A free bird...
I want to become,
away from everyone,
I want to run.
Away, away,
soaring so high,
reaching the heights,
unreachable.
A free bird...
I would be busy,
my heart occupied,
with the routines,
no thoughts distract,
make me fall back,
to those feelings,
I left behind.
A free bird...
It's liberating,
all that exposure,
is exhilarating,
and I could see,
that elusive podium,
not just silhouettes,
but my rightful throne.
A free bird...
I have become,
yet soul is weary,
of all that rush.
My wings losing strength,
feathers lost its shine,
and I wonder why,
I am tired and disillusioned??
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