I am a bird caught in a tree.
This is where I'm meant to be,
but I feel lost,
and without meaning.
I am looking,
searching,
for something original within myself.
Instead, I find that,
I'm only copying someone else.
I don't want to be me.
I'd rather be a bird,
who doesn't have to worry,
about whether or not it will ever be free.
Free from it's own society.
Every time I look into the mirror,
I see a boy,
instead of a man.
Because what is a man,
if he is controlled,
by the beliefs and thoughts,
of someone all the way across the world?
Someone who is typing words into a keyboard.
Words that they think hold no meaning.
But instead,
they make my soul crumble,
into ash and dust.
I am a bird caught in a tree.
There is no where to go for me.
Constantly craving excitement,
but unable to leave my own home.
Will I ever be free?
From my own society?
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
I am a bird caught in a tree.
This is where I'm meant to be,
but I feel lost,
and without meaning.
I am looking,
searching,
for something original within myself.
Instead, I find that,
I'm only copying someone else.
I don't want to be me.
I'd rather be a bird,
who doesn't have to worry,
about whether or not it will ever be free.
Free from it's own society.
Every time I look into the mirror,
I see a boy,
instead of a man.
Because what is a man,
if he is controlled,
by the beliefs and thoughts,
of someone all the way across the world?
Someone who is typing words into a keyboard.
Words that they think hold no meaning.
But instead,
they make my soul crumble,
into ash and dust.
I am a bird caught in a tree.
There is no where to go for me.
Constantly craving excitement,
but unable to leave my own home.
Will I ever be free?
From my own society?
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