I thought the life was mine
But
Why eyes do bound my steps
Why are words stopping my pace?
Why are my steps chained?
Why
O
Why
Why can’t I spread my wings and fly
But
Why eyes do bound my steps
Why are words stopping my pace?
Why are my steps chained?
Why
O
Why
Why can’t I spread my wings and fly
5.16p.m., 10-3-09
Lovely little poem, almost like a japanese Haiku.
ReplyDeleteYou raise the eternal question of which the answer is your tears of silence