Trapped. Ensnarled by my own home, by a town i don't belong in, by people whom I love, whom I hate, by my own body.
I know why the caged bird sings....
Freedom. To say and do and go however I please. To feel and explore and venture all on my own. To breathe. To, for once, not have to criticize myself and be criticized by others, to not have to worry. To be free.
That is why the caged bird sings....
To be free.
I am a bird. I am bound, confined, and imprisoned by this town, by these people, by my home, by my own self, my own body.
I am a caged bird that sings....
I long for that freedom that comes from possessing your own pair of wings. From flying, soaring on those wings through the open heavens where all the world is yours, and nothing matters. Where every breath does not seem to weigh you down, but to lift you up higher and higher into a state of euphoria, where smiles are permanently pasted on your face not because of some odd number of milligrams of "happy medicine", but simply because it belongs there, because you want to smile. Oh... to be a bird, to embrace abandon, and live because the sun is shining and you crave nothing more than to continue continuing! To want to live.... To have freedom.
I know why the caged bird sings....
