A/N: my best friend, tired of being my go-to person whenever I want feedback on my scribbles, diplomatically suggested that I publish them online, so voilà!
Hope some of it might speak to you :)
He's been dreaming of uncertain skies
Yet he yearns to be earthbound.
His wandering soul
Thirsts for rarefied wonders
As he looks on, dry-eyed.
No end in sight for his aimless spirit,
Sky is the limit;
Freedom turned into weariness
Here and there –
Flashes of familiar stars peek through foreign trees
He remains a stranger all the same.
This is but a smoggy state,
A cloudy in-between
He is no sweet summer child
He does not miss
His clipped wings;
He cares not
For an omen to shed light
On what the next day holds.
He surrenders to the fate
That took his fledging wings away
And let him keep his poisonous dreams
Of endless expanses of stifling skies
As he takes flight
Over and over
And over –
Chasing the echo of a tale
Of red strings that bind.