I feel like a bird, chained to a branch.
I want to fly free, but I don’t have the chance.
Like a worm’s very nature, I want to dive deep.
but worm can’t dig through solid concrete.
Like the donkey chasing the carrot up front.
As fast as he runs, he doesn’t catch up.
As a child did you ever pull the wings off a fly?
Without its wings, it might as well die.
I feel like I’m chained, not allowed to run free.
Here in my prison, how do I be me?
Craig A. Peters