Behind bars. #wildlife #bird #animal
This Letter
I dream a thing that never exist
Upon the stars and the clouds that always remain
Living and flying through the what so called fantasy
A dream I have always dreamt of
Back in the days when the soul was so contradicting
A lonely kid wandering around to find this one fine air
Struggle around in a road that was quite a catastrophe
Ran and ran between the trees and stones leading to a light that was never there
Never had known the whereabouts
The finish line under the bright blue sky
Left or right this kid without a mind tried
Realising the diamond that has been in his pocket is a dream that was far away
Is it too late? Or is late a word that was never an option?
All those stepping stones were useless until that one big stone that suddenly appeared
But the diamond walked away and became far to reach
Blind? Blind by the moments of being in the spotlight gazed by the strong yet controlling sun of light
What is the purpose I ask
Upon this light, upon this what so called treasure I used to have all along
Is it that diamond that I have to reach again, the treasure that had fit my pocket and will always be?
A letter this is, for you the piece of me that I had never realised
Until…
So Please…
