A leaf soaring in the wind,
So subtle under eagle's wing it hovers,
Playfully teasing amongst the clouds,
Directionless, lifeless, yet fair and proud
It's purposed. Gazing around at the boundaries
the walls confining me in this society's halls.
I often look to the sky
in hope the leaf will catch my eye
And take me away from this jail I'm in,
No longer would I pay for my sins,
I'd be free.