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sits alone looking out the window at the birds as thay fly in the sky playing able to go any were wishing for that freedom a longing to fly is my dream to excape this place to be removed from this prison the windows are my bars and my thoughts are the chains that bind me to this place . i stand and walk to my window placeing hand on it and the room gets dark and im falling falling into the darkness seeing images of the past and the pain of being traped caged like a pet only alowed to wonder the for corners of my cage never knowing the beauty of the outside world never expirencing its beauties the feel of the breeze or anothers touch the vishions pass and i hear water and the sound of birds i open my eyes looking up to a blue sky with small fluffy clouds and galls flying around sitting up i see a body of water that seems endless and a forest in the other direction rubbing eyes because none of this seems real have i been granted freedom and if so who has given me this freedom
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