As I walk by the park,
I wonder at its inner thoughts.
“How fortunate I am with this beauty and elegance. But that has turned out to be
The advantage for others. Freedom is all !
Lots of fortune for these vibrant body colours. The colours bring others live,
But not so for me
As I ruin my days behind the bars. Freedom is all !
How fortunate I am
To rise majestic above all those out there. My soul rise impalpable
As high as it can.
But..I feel handcuffed. Freedom is all !
But my freedom is bestrewed
Like that of pieces of a broken mirror. The world out there
Seems to be stranged to me After years of suppression.
Freedom is all !
My wings are numb now
After an initial hell of suffocation ! On the external, they glorify
But within, they weep. After all
Freedom is everything !”