How lucky others are to come and go as they please
Free as a rose petal floating in the breeze
But like an insect stuck to a windshield, I'm mounted in place
For my dreams I am not always free to chase
So close, yet still so far from where I truly belong
True freedom and pure friendship call to me from a distance like a siren's song
Will I always be a butterfly with clipped wings trapped in a glass jar?
Will I ever be able to follow my own lucky star?
Sometimes the chances of that seem slim
No matter what I say, it's impossible to reach him
He simply doesn't understand how much I yearn to be free
If it were up to him, he might lock us up and throw away the key
Is going to the Emerald City once in a blue moon really too much to ask for?
After all I don't wish to go to the moon, just a book store!
I actually don't require much for my soul to be satisfied
But I refuse to let my frustration be brushed aside