one job...could change my life
The world is an open book
each country another page-
as I hide in my cozy nook
I cannot control my rage
for I am locked up in a room with no power to leave
you see, I am no yet of age and cannot fly out of my safe nest.
but I dream crazy dreams of England, Frabce, Germany...
There is so much to see!
but alas... I can't
not yet.
Soon... I will grow wings and fly far from the place made safe with warmth and love
I will go back- eventually- to tell those I care for my multitudes of tales
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