On my way

Fly

They do not state me who to be
They do not say that I am wrong
They do not tell me how to see
They do not speak where I belong
They do not sing my song for me
They do not put I am not strong

So who am I to feel unworthy
Who am I to feel I'm less
Who am I to judge myself
When they don't pull nor press

I am floating in free air
But I don't feel that I am there
I am not touched by any breeze
But the thought of moving makes me freeze
So all there is, is dare and do
To twitch a finger
And blink an eye
Then I won't float no more
No, then I will fly

A/N
I am quite proud of this poem I must say, although the day after I wrote it it always seems less good than when I wrote it.
But please tell me what you think.