A pair of ravens fly
intertwining their paths
in the sky
dipping smoothly into the vast space
twirling and diving headfirst
rapidly falling towards tree tops
before gracefully gliding upwards
once more,
and I, watching from a distance
with my feet on solid ground
and my hands warmed by
a cup of coffee,
wish for myself a sense of
solitude and clarity
despite all the things
weighing me down
and the cruel clips that
hold my own wings captive
maybe one day
I will pick myself up off
the ground
and find the strength to
remove the chains
and set myself free,
free to fly,
free to soar among the clouds
and surrender to the beautiful
overwhelming vastness
of the world.

I feel like I am drowning
going deeper and deeper
no oxygen to save me
just the smoke at the end

I feel like drowning
there's no light for me now
only the shallows
where the predators prowl

I am drowning
it's my last attempt to swim
but my arms are tired
and someone stole my fin

After all the pain
I can't help but think
Is it truly worth it?