Free Bird

They soar the skies, as free can be,

A gentle flap, a wind-carried wing.

Feathers drift through open air,

While oceans shimmer far beneath.

One could only dream to be

So unbound—so endlessly free.

But here we stay, feet pressed to ground,

Held by weight we cannot see.

There, they fly—

Weightless, fearless, full of joy.

While I remain

Anchored by thoughts

That twist and tangle in my mind,

Each one a whisper, sharp and cold,

Scratching at the soul inside,

Longing for release.

Above, they glide,

Escaping storms and burning light.

Their world, unburdened by demands—

No deadlines, no roles to play.

They rise with ease,

While we remain,

Bound by duty,

Crushed by need.

They swoop and spin

On currents strong and true.

Oh, how high they climb—

No weight to drag them down.

They dance through sky

As if it were their birthright.

If only dreams could carry us too.

The world below grows heavy still,

With fears and pressure of our own design.

These are the chains we wear—

Invisible, yet so real.

And yet we watch, and still we dream,

Of wind beneath our wings.

Of what it means to truly be

Free.