I’ve grown restless.
Held in the mire of responsibility while longing for the frivolity of my dreams.
Playing house in a tiny corner of the territory of my citizenship.
My greatest fear, that my caged wings will perish before I am permitted to fly.
I’m breaking open.
Pulled apart by the opposite forces that rule me.
Of heart of head I can choose neither.
Love or money may call to me, but my ears await the voice of freedom.
I belong to no man, no country.
I was born of the sky.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Tears to Triumph: The Spiritual Journey from Suffering to Enlightenment.
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