Bird..

I feel like I am bird in a cage.
With wings, but cannot fly.
I cannot touch the sky.

Your heart know what your mind wants.
But it cannot decide what it wants.
I feel like a bird in a cage.

Being yourself, cannot be so difficult.
But I am a bird in cage, forgetting how to fly.
I cannot remember myself.

In a mirror you can see your image.
But I feel empty inside.

I want to be free, like a bird.
No boundaries to fly.
But still a home to drop by.

Is it wrong to think?
To be free….To be myself……

How can I be, me?
I want to fly...