The sounds of the clanks,
The waves of a river.
These things come to mind when i think of the past.
Pointless journeys to a world of pain.
I think of what will happen when i get there,
Guessing how fate will hurt me next.
As i look out the window,
My eyes follow a lone bird flying towards its freedom.
How i wish to be that bird,
To fly into the clouds,
Majestically flutter high above reality to make my own fantasy.
thank you and well if im honest that was a grammar error haha :) but im glad you enjoyed my work
Lovely piece of work, Melissa. Only one question from me - why do you use a lower case 'i' when referring to yourself?