We are like a jar of fireflies,
Unable to be set free.
We look up at the stars and wonder,
Why can't that be me?
We bounce off the walls of our glass confinement.
We hope one day we'll squeeze through,
Through the cracks in our agendas
So our imagination can soar high too.
Round and round in circles we go,
Tracing every inch of our little world.
Not caring for what's down below,
It's the skies where secrets are unfurled.
Each day we rest and nurse our dreams,
Encouraging them to light.
We continue through mundane routine
Until our wings take flight.