Fly

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Fly

Caged

Locked

Stuck

Restricted

But trying

So hard to break free

Of expectations

And peer pressure

And parents

And society

And life.

Locked in a jail cell

Sinking

Breaking

And slowly dying

But wanting so hard to fly

Into blue skies that look like paintings

Into dreams

And hopes

And wishes

But bound down

By chains

And strife

And stress.

And in the morning

Plastering on that smile

Getting out of bed

Just to do it again

Maybe your only reason to live

Trying to break free

From the cage

Trying to fly.

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I wrote this poem one day, when I felt like I was caged from all the troubles life has to offer. Perhaps we are all birds after all, with some longing to spread our wings and fly. That isn't an impossible task, people have done it. And I'm going on that journey to find the key that'll unlock the door of this cage to let me free.

But until then, I'll just keep trying to fly.

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