When I am feeling alone, I walk in the grass,
I bear the wind as it blows, and watch time pass.
I remember the years which have left you and I,
and how we never had a proper goodbye.
We always spoke of how we'd stay friends,
now I see things through a corrective lens,
while we would laugh about simple little things,
I didn't realize how inhibited were my wings,
How you would make me feel like a king,
while secretly clipping my wing.
Waiting for me to step out of our nest,
attempt to fly, but falling at best.
So like unlike a bird which I strove to be,
I learned to use my feet, and chose to flee,
for while you hoped to hold on for long,
I soon found out,
I couldn't wait to be gone.