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
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