Their feathers are envied by all,
Their songs adored by many,
And their free spirit owned by none.
They spread their wings and fly,
With not a care in the world,
Knowing that their family is safe.
But I just sit here in my chair and watch
As I am tortured by life
And it's unfair ways.
And I look up
And see these magnificent creatures
Who can go anywhere;
Fly about...
And wish that I
Too
Could fly away
And
Escape.
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Life Is
PoetryMy own depiction of life as I view it told through a series of freestyle poems
