I look up
to the ceiling
as I close my eyes
and open up my mind
as I imagine how free I would be
if I fly away through the chimney
fly like the birds
sleep in the clouds

but to be free,
doesn't always mean
I can fly
I can run away
I can do as I wish

to be free is,
to let my feelings grow
to overtake myself from ego
to cry and not to be ashamed
to love unconditionally
to give myself a time
to forgive the one who hurted me



find the peace of mind
and live the moment.