My minds eye gone blind, I can't even see my dreams, as I wander in the black haze called my mind, I try to define who I am, and what is mine.
I'm unaware of who I was, and who I aim to be, but I do know what you say simply doesn't suit me. You'd have me march to your drum, and be as you are, but even if I'm blind, I can see that won't get me very far.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

As a life enters the world, a new song begins. A song filled with passion, and beauty, a song graced with an elegance that can never be mimicked.
  A song, perhaps sang in vain,  it's  beauty created only to fade in time, only ever appreciated by the soul who performed it, A melody as tragic as it is beautiful, a work of art that can never truly be appreciated by another, fated to be forgotten in time.

Needing space, I have to say
   Just a little space today
Just enough space so I can breathe freely
   Without letting go completely
Space to contemplate existence
   Without too much interference
Just enough space to find myself
   Without disturbing the dust on the shelf
Space to push a little at the world out there
   Without it pushing back everywhere