For liberty I gasped, for freedom From this cage called life.
For, "liberation!" Echoed, pounded, ever thru my head.
For to see the birds, forever free, knowing Their direction and purpose.
I envy them.
For they know themselves and are true to it.
I envy the trees.
Knowing, where they are, and content to stay in one place forever.
I feel as if I am always to be pounding at the door of my cage crying "freedom! Alas, grant me my freedom!"
I feel like the clouds.
Always drifting. Never staying In one place, always changing.
But, one day either I shall be content in this cage or I become bird In a tree.
