Stuffed

I am stuffed sitting in the room, Someone call me out I wanna bloom. Oxygen is like a poison, Where air is not moisten. I am sitting quite in the room, Now! Days are gone where enjoying assume. My eyes are becoming dry, But my feelings are telling to fly. I am bored in this room, Someone call me out ,I wanna bloom. I can see only the white paint,where the colours gone? Where I was moving my beautiful drone. I wanna jump, But my heart is becoming dumb. Sitting towards the camera, I have a pain in my femora. I wanna play, With my friends on a sunny day. Someone call me out, I wanna bloom. I told I am stuffed sitting in the room, I wanna bloom, I wanna bloom!...