Why I, Cannot Fly?
Why have I, who was made to fly, given away control of my wings,
To those who restrict and have never seen
Oh why, have I, traded wings of liberty for costly chains which
Hinder me—that deceive, take away and wither my Light.
In the private idleness and darkness of my night—
I find myself wondering why,
Despite all the “goods” I have labored for, I am just a peasant
Without my simple wings
I have mindlessly exchanged what was sacred and unique about me,
For a common bag of tricks—that though packed as it is,
It only fills me up with emptiness at the end, and then…
I wonder why even when
Reaching for a goal
That is most likely not even my own,
It is never quiet enough…
Yet again, I choose to join the race,
In pursue of my golden star sticker,
Which surely promises to bring me fulfillment this time
For my job well done
Meanwhile, I am only trading freedom, happiness, Love and peace,
For a good credit, money and…you fill in the blank with ease.
I wonder why I, who only ever wanted to fly to the horizon and beyond.
And I, whose only plight was to touch the sky again…
Plays the same game of pretend—to be working for anything else than to claim back my power to fly.
For we all understand that without wings,
A bird would surely die.
So why I, who was made to fly just the same,
Should compromise life for golden chains.
Even though they shine and glitter,
The question still remains…
Why I, cannot fly?