I hold my head high, Feeling the wind rushing by, As my arms stretch for flight, I’ve had all I can stand, Of the people who want to me to call ‘friend’, The people of joy turning into my source of pain. I jump, feeling the wind rush past, the earth coming closer, I pull up, going towards the sky, my pains diving, The flight becomes a blessing. My glide upward becomes an actual flight now, Each beat with my wings becoming harder and harder to maintain, The flight is now a fight. I hear the people from below, and look down, Some asking for me, some asking where I’m at, Now they care? I look back up, to the direction of my flight and fight. There’s nobody here, no one to keep me company, no one to ease my new pain, The loneliness I now feel inside. A dilemma has arose, Do I continue to soar, towards my new, free exile, Or do I land, to be the invisible and ignored amongst the crowd? New things will arise, no matter which is chosen, Will the choices bring about gifts or curses? I feel like a bird with a broken wing.
Wow... It's really nice, Niisama. :3 And I can understand what it's saying... nobody really cares about you until you're gone... right? And you don't know if you should go back to that world now that you're free... >< BTW, you used stanzas perfectly... nice job. ;)
That's partly right. Or it might very well be a trap to get you back into the same routine you were before you decided to sever your ties. You can never be sure what consequences the actions you decide will bring. Thanks.
