Riding in the bus, the weather appeared to be really awesome. The sun is shining, its rays peeking through the gaps in the tree. The wind is blowing, the air clean fresh and crisp. Small white clouds dot the sky line. Birds spreading their wings, ongoing, ongoing. My heart aches with the desire to fly. To be sunbathing in the clean sun rays, taking in the air of freedom, taking on the world.
When will this be me? I refused to be brought down. I refused to be locked down in a cage, wings clipped, eating out of a bowl under your merciless watchful eyes, determining how much I eat, what I eat and what time to eat. I refused to sing for you. My voice is meant for more. For the ones who deserve it. For myself.
As the days pass, this last lap is going to be increasingly more painful as the day draws near. Labour pains. The closer it is to sweet freedom, it more painful the wait. My heart is tied, my mind is troubled. I wanna go. I wanna fly.
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