Cries To Fly

Will it stop me or probably not I might give up things I love For the people I love.  But when I have got wings How could I not fly? Its my natural tendency how can I not try? How many times will you keep me tied , with the fear of what will people say for once if I tried. They will see , they will talk; They will judge me fly with their experience to walk. You fear for my idealistic image , You fear from the questioning? You fear for my criticism, as You fear for acceptance. I see your absolute concern, I tend to worry after questioning my own self for once I ask you to bury, the thoughts , the talks ,the judgements which have brought Me the hatred in your mind , the doubts of me as a child, all the concepts of right and wrong , all this chaos after all, and I ask myself Will it stop me or probably not I might give up things I love for the people I love? I might be answerable to all of it, reasons I give still might fail to satisfy your logistic terms and socialistic ties . So the two worlds I belong are way too far , pun being you can always see what you left from each side; Beside the journey or amidst the sky ; cries of sacrifice gives you absoluteness the real reason for perceiving and to why? To breakdown these empty shells , Or to break down my own thrives, I can put my image at stake condition being you believe me without me answering why?