Four
*******
walls.
Every material comfort,
And nothing else.
-
This room may as well be
completely ******* empty.
I am a songbird,
locked inside a birdcage.
I need to spread my wings,
I need to travel again,
I need to fly once more.
I need the open road and the ocean air.
I need the red dust and snow-speckled mountains.
I need the endless trees and campfires.
I need the pillar of smoke under the stars.
I need to be free.

N.H.