these anchors on my feet
are all that are holding me
they are too heavy to move
each time i try
they slip out of my hands.
too heavy and too slippery.
these weights are holding me back
making me stay when all i want
is to spread my wings and fly.
but my feet are anchored.
my wings are tied together.
i'm stuck.
these steel ***** hold me here.
each time i try to leap forward
i'm pulled back and slammed back down.
how much longer must i be a prisoner
a prisoner of my own life?
how much longer must i be pulled back
and thrown back into the same cell
before i realize i must be patient?
i'm a prisoner in my own life
and yet i can't free myself!
my feet are held to this earth
by the titanium blocks
of a high schooler's reality
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
these anchors on my feet
are all that are holding me
they are too heavy to move
each time i try
they slip out of my hands.
too heavy and too slippery.
these weights are holding me back
making me stay when all i want
is to spread my wings and fly.
but my feet are anchored.
my wings are tied together.
i'm stuck.
these steel ***** hold me here.
each time i try to leap forward
i'm pulled back and slammed back down.
how much longer must i be a prisoner
a prisoner of my own life?
how much longer must i be pulled back
and thrown back into the same cell
before i realize i must be patient?
i'm a prisoner in my own life
and yet i can't free myself!
my feet are held to this earth
by the titanium blocks
of a high schooler's reality
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