I want to fly,
I want to soar,
I want to run across the fields.
I stare out the window,
And longingly rest my eyes upon the trees.
What must I do to get out of here?
What must I do to leave?
The walls around me trap my body,
But my mind longs for more.
I claw against the door,
In hopes someone will hear my silent pleas.
Why can I not move?
Why am I stuck in this quicksand?
I want to run,
I want to bolt,
I want to fly through the sky.