They say they say
that the truth shall set you free
but I know the truth
and it chains me
so I can no longer fly.
I used to have wings I
would use to fly in dreams
Pretty fantasy!
Nice fantasy!
Mild and warm and shiny.
I miss my wings,
fluffy before I cut them.
I thought I was
growing them out a bit
but no I
sawed them off
splinter in bits
just for truth
Barren reality
realm of mad and wild
and I cant go back
now I've seen truth
and the truth chains me.
Yes they say they say
The truth shall set you free.
Oh how they lie,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem