Freedom

A bird in flight A feather in the wind Relavations of a past No one knows within Yet I transcend to planes Of intrepid wonder While others sleep My mind floats asonder And why I ask is this so Some brains dormant While others to and fro Insanity maybe the best Will white coats come Knocking to take me A life less stressed Locked in a room Alone and drugged up Food on a tray Drugs in a cup Doctor feel good Stops by to talk I refrain from speaking To make this Journey stop A bird in flight A feather in the wind I am not insane My thoughts are Held within When they free me From this curse I will return To a life well versed