Blind Freedom Poem by Abby Bilan

Look at those bright skies,
Where she eventually belongs.
Everyone is with her, who freely flies,
After hearing from no one the sonata's songs.

Shouldn't I be confronting ‘em?
Or should I just join everyone?
Just watching over my outstretched hem,
I don't care to the words of my clan.

No one knows I'm confronted by fear,
I'm just swinging with the wind's flow, I swear.
I accepted my freedom and I'm just malevolently stupid,
To see my self's reflection being intrepid.

Yes, I have a blind freedom just inside of me,
Thinking that I could not use this wisely.
I'm afraid to show off because I do not know how to flee,
I'm just myself expressing freely.