Express Myself- a collection of short poems

The view from below

The world atop a mountain must feel great

One just doesn't have to show any restraint,

The raving for freedom yearns within me,

Aching to let go, and just fly away

To places that let me be me night and day,

I look up at the stars dutifully twinkling,

Wondering whether they want to twinkle

Until they're wrinkling,

It must feel amazing atop a mountain,

Feeling the exhilaration of a life well lived,

But when I look up the sun is blinding,

The clouds far away,

Other people somehow still keep standing

While I rest my back,

And look up only dreaming.