True Tears (Part 12) Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

What did she mean?
The one who identified this was me,
The one who didn't realized was me,
The one who avoided everything was me.

There wasn't anything that I chose,
School, thoughts not even my own life.
It was because I was scared,
Of my own limits.

From my eyes that aren't seeing anything,
I wonder, can tears really spill forth.
Is it because of this white snow,
I do not know,

But I thought of that,
From the depth of my heart.
You wanted to fly the skies,
Not for anyone, not for me.

If I were released from the sky,
Would I see it too?