where
the air is musty
and
grey
Concrete walls shelter
me from
whatever lies
underneath
the
forever
sky.
For too long.
I am a robot.
Feeling like a follower
listening
writing
doing.
When all I want to do is
to be
free
Where walls cannot
imprison
me.
The sound of the end of the day
rings like a siren in my
ears
calling me to
my
day's true
desire.
My feet take flight
and I soar into
the
yellow
brightness
of the
afternoon
sun.
Freedom
at
last
.
1 comment:
Man, how do you think the kids feel...?
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