Cage

January 17, 2014

The breeze through my hair makes me feel alive

The air that cleanses my body from the toxics I breathe

I sit in this cage waiting

For the day I can breathe from a higher point

A place where I no longer have to keep running

Where the view is beautiful

Nothing but natures creation

To write about the freedom that I ached for

I was an ignorant child that thought this cage was where I had to be

I didn't know that there was so much more out there

other than what this cage has shown me

The unbelievable foreign countries that tell stories of their long journeys

throughout history

The strongest Kingdoms becoming the weakest

The powerful kings being overthrown by their own people

Rebellions that started to become a revolution

If they don't let me free with a friendly smile

I will overthrow their system

I will become the revolution

I want to see the world

I will not consider myself a hero to the people I lead to freedom

because this is for

My ambition

My dream

They do not know what they desire

But they only want to be free

and this enough for us to strive to destroy this place I call home

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