Am I dreaming
Can I dream of - of being a free bird.
I will jump with joy, give loud cries of glee
I will dance and dance as I will be free.
I will do what I like which is nothing much
I will laugh and laugh because I am as such.
I will live life queen-size I will do as I please
I will set my own pace I will live a life of ease.
But all this will come If I were a free bird
"Open your eyes, day-dreamer! late for office, you nerd."
Oh, these pressures, routine, when will I do my own thing
Getting late, skip breakfast, comb, dress, be on a wing.
Dreams will never cease, daily routines will never ease.
I will never be a free bird, as I belong to 21st century world.
It's been a childhood dream of mine to be a bird. I even got the name birdy and bird queen because i'm in love with them. I draw birds, paint them, rescue them, own them ( three parakeets) and write about them. Surprisingly I haven't liked any of the pieces I've written. My thoughts never come out the way I want them to on paper. Lol. I even have my heart set on one day helping protect the endangered species. I am too kind for my own well being, I often give more than I ought to and recieve much less than I deserve, but that's never been a problem with me. I am too uselfish, the only thing I ever ask people for is silence and on special occasions books. :) I liked your poem very much. I think the principle reason for my longing to be a bird is that they have so much freedom, just as you said in this peice. It only makes it a more enjoyable read if I can relate, and I have to say I most certainly did. :)
Posted: Jun 30, 2008
Yes, you are right,
How we wish we are free,
free to fly and to soar.
But we are locked in our daily grime,
9 to 5, we are in our office,
or 24/7, in our role at home.
How we wish we are that bird,
to fly and be free
Posted: Aug 1, 2008
Oh, but don't you know? Freedom is yours to keep, you just have to be willing to take a few stares and insults, and people telling you what you can and can't do (unnecessarily). Annoying as hell but you can be free with the swears to get rid of that, yeah? :] People may not like free but that doesn't mean you can't have it. Do your thing, bubbly, and do it well.
Anyway, about this poem. It was simple and smooth, but so melancholy. Sorta reminded me of a stream of consciousness; I've had many of the same thoughts before. An understandable poem, a great poem. Five stars, two thumbs, and one toe up up up.
Tabula
Posted: Dec 2, 2008
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