I no longer want to identify as a grain among the beach,
being swept over by waves of blue and rain crashing down onto me,
I have no desire to be stepped on countless times, and thrown away
and I want to have control, at least some

I have no desire either to be the ocean, crashing my tides all over
or even a drop of rain, crashing down to the ground quickly
I would love to be a bird and spread my wings
I want people to hear me and know I am here

I want to fly away from home
I want to fly across the sea
I want to fly and soar my wings
before I fly away from me