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.

Today i had an epiphany
I will never understand what it feels like to be an athlete
or in with the endless sea of Birkenstocks and long flowing locks
of perfectly placed hair
All of my peers who need the simplest of reassurances
revealing their inherent need for transparency
loosing all functionality
without that golden sticker
an obsessive need to be valued

When i walk down the hall i dont see the world as a test
i see it as a showcase
not to flaunt my arrogance
but to show who i am with elegance
Today I had an epiphany
that i  am different and have the ability to find value within myself
Today I had an epiphany