Birds of a feather
they say flock together.
I wonder if I would
stay in a flock and be put.
Not try and venture
or look for an adventure.
Away from the flock
discover block by block.
Tree by tree, line by line
with nothing but time.
Were I a bird I would soar away,
from tonight and today.
Away from my cage
to write a new page.
To a land that is green
where bountiful are streams.
Water so blue
like a dream come true.
No prison, no bars
no planets, no stars.
Just a small tuft of grass
where I could lie. Alas!
I am no bird, I cannot fly
Confined I must be, imprisoned I will die.

11.11.2009