A bird was made to fly.
But first it needs to learn,
how to.
You were made to roam,
the vast universe,
with your mind and spirit.
But first you need to learn,
how to.
Instead of learning to roam,
we all learn,
not to.
I want to unlearn that,
and really go on,
to journey.
Every time I try,
what I feel distracts me.
My tears start running,
they try to wash me.
My body starts shaking,
it tries to unbound me.
I wish I had the help,
to remind me.
We were all made to roam.
Our beloved bodies are homes,
not prisons.
So let’s not settle for that.
Unless we really,
have to.
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