In this prison of this castle
I do sit, wishing to be free
Dreaming of the outside,
Where I wish I could be.
Looking out the window
At the trees near and far
Prying at the window
Covered by this bar.
I dream of running with the wolves
And eating off the land
But this is where I belong
Right where I stand.
I wish to be free,
Out of my world
Wish my hair to be straight
Instead of curled.
But my dreams are unreal
Just as I cannot be poor
Cuz if I could be free,
There's nothing I'd want more.
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Aesthetic Writings
ŞiirJust aesthetic writings of all kinds. Inspired by aesthetics.
