The wind under my wings, as I soar so high

The miniature trees and land I fly by

My sharp eyes glittering in the bright sun

Barely noticing fields where children run

Memories of a time when my life reigned free

Before bars of society caught me so tightly

In the time where I could, fly from mountains to sea

Before my gilded cage wrapped its arms around me

In the time where I could run across every thing green

Fall from the trees with a laugh not a scream

Now I sit watching the clouds tumble past

Out of the window of my present class

I dream up dreams so wild, so big and so bold

Yet still I will keep them as I grow old

I hold all my emotions behind a blank mask

So I seem not to notice as life dances past

But notice I do, from the shadows I watch

My exterior quiet, report without a blotch

I ponder life’s mysteries, stare them in the face

Looking from the sidelines of my life lasting race

Look at me, notice me, I want to be heard!

I stop myself from saying this for I am not a bird-

-that can fly away safely when life becomes hard

So I sit quiet watching till I play my next card

If I was a bird I could fly in wind, sun and rain

Help where I could, then fly again

But no I’m a human, stuck to the earth

Yet still my mind wanders with a limitless berth