A Feather

Little thoughts Like whispers Roam astray In my mind Forgotten memories Return from the depth Smile in the face of happiness Making an arrogant challenge Sitting on the bus Going somewhere I see a feather Caught in the wind And I think, I think That is what I want to be Roam as a separate entity So that everyone can see Who I am, who I might be I don’t want to be a feather In somebody else’s wing Camouflaged Behind the mask I wear There lies a thirst to prove A thirst to learn and a thirst to do But with disappointment I accept That is not what I am allowed to do Like that feather caught in the wind Spiraling and fluttering on its way down That is me But alas, for now I’m a feather in somebody else’s wing Camouflaged, hidden Can you see me?